Poor Old Mr Humphrey

Poor old Mr Humphrey
sat in a chair
with a flea in his ear
He scratched his skin
until it was torn
Poor Mr Humphrey
His skin was such a sight
Bruised, battered ,
bleeding, he screamed in agony
But, Still Mr Humphrey lay
helpless in his chair
The clock chimed nine
and it was nearly half-past nine
As he whimpered wined and moaned
Poor Old Mr Humphrey
His health had declined
He clawed at his skin
for the last time
He died of an infection
For lack of an injection
Poor old Mr Humphrey
Had. so many hump-ties
And that was the end
of Poor Old Mr Humphrey
Well what a sad tale

Reviews

[ROSALIND]

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Maggie Pollock Hi Rosalind Wonderful but oh so sad for poor mr Humphrey. It really made me chuckle. Cheers fae Maggie Scotland 9/26/2012 7:34:57 AM
Elizabeth Squires Hello Rosalind, thanks for sharing Humphreys story with us. Cheers and Hugs Elizabeth. Australia 9/26/2012 5:42:08 AM
Chidozie Uche Sweet poem, with the reoccurance of Poor mr Humphrey makes the rhyme flow like kindergarten rhyme.... Thanks for sharing. Nigeria 9/26/2012 5:16:53 AM

[ROSALIND]

Nightowl
poor fella. Sad he was so alone and had nobody to look after him and make sure he was ok. Such a sad state of affairs our seniors face today. A startlingly vivid write. tfs
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DeleteSnehaSK
I liked the images you conjure, it seems like a melancholic tale which begins and ends with a tinge of subtle humor but is gripping. Well crafted!
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Deleterosesweet32
Oh really I changed a line or two please read again
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DeleteSnehaSK
Oh God. This is so haunting at the end!