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Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

The Nonsense Verse

At the door of my own little hovel,
Reading a novel I sat;
And as I was reading the novel
A gnat flew away with my hat.
As fast as a fraudulent banker
Away with my hat it fled,
And calmly came to an anchor
In the midst of the cucumber-bed.

I went and purchased a yacht
And traversed the garden-tank,
And I gave it that insect hot
When I got to the other bank;
Of its life I made an abridgment
By squeezing it somewhat flat,
But I still cannot think what that midge meant
By running away with my hat. 

                      Alfred Edward Housman

Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. Additional Poems. 7. He would not Stay for Me, and who Can Wonder?
  2. A Shropshire Lad. 45. IF it Chance Your Eye Offend You
  3. A Shropshire Lad. 15. Look not in My Eyes, for Fear
  4. A Shropshire Lad. 53. The True Lover
  5. A Shropshire Lad. 50. Clunton and Clunbury

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