Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

How The Whale Got His Throat - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And trunks begin to slide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,
Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
You're "Fifty North and Forty West!"


Comments about How The Whale Got His Throat by Rudyard Kipling

  • Brian Jani (6/9/2014 6:15:00 AM)


    This is awesome poetry (Report) Reply

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  • (6/29/2006 5:21:00 PM)


    The Doctor Seuss of Poetry! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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