• Author: Unknown
• Editor:
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume V
• Page Number:
• Date: 4 24 1918
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• poetry

WE BEAR THINGS LIKE THIS

Our neighbor scrubbed the floor last night, And we stood by, aghast; For strange, wild words went whirling by, Like leaves before the blast— With dashes, blanks, and asterisks, We’ll now fill up this verse; For not even by proxy, Will we be known to curse.—

We knew the moment when he stuck, A splinter in his thumb; We knew the very word he said; —No, it was not ‘‘By gum!— And when he stept upon the soap, And nigh went through the door; We knew just what had happened, By the volume of his roar.

We’ve heard Vesuvius erupt, And trembled at the sound; We’ve listened to Niagara’s roar, Till every sense was drowned: But friends, last night we heard some sounds, We never heard before, The biggest noise on earth, is when, Our neighbor scrubs the floor.