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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:
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