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POEMS OF WIT AND HUMOUR.
A TALE OF A TRUMPET.
old woman, will you go a-shearing?
Of all old women hard of hearing,
On her head, it is true,
Two flaps there grew, That served for a pair of gold rings to go through, But for any purpose of ears in a parley, They heard no more than ears of barley.
No hint was needed from D. E. F.
You saw in her face that the woman
was deaf :
From her twisted mouth to her eyes so peery,
feature ask'd a query ;
A look that said in a silent
way, " Who ? and What? and How ? and Eh?
I'd give my ears to know what you say !”
And never hears a word of a row !
Ears that might serve her now and then
She was deaf as a post,—as said before-
She was deaf as a house—which modern tricks
For her all human kind were dumb,
That none could get a sound to come,
She was deaf as a stone—say one of the stones
She was deaf as a nut—for nuts, no doubt,