Pop! Goes the Weasel -- 5 new verses

Pop! Goes the Weasel -- 5 new verses

A Poem by Evyn Rubin
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additional verses for an old song

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[the first & last verses are traditional]


"All around the cobbler's bench

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought it was all in fun

Pop! goes the weasel"


The weasel declined to play that game

For she'd been too muchly hunted

She liked to nap midst the cobbler's scrap

Where she was neatly bunted.


The cobbler had the best scrap pile

A mound of cozy leather

The weasel liked to nose in there

Especially in cold weather.


The cobbler had a jolly shop

The cobbler had a sister

She worked all day in a factory

And did not want a mister.


The weasel had an eponymous part

In the factory apparatus

It helped keep count of the finished amount

Each skein was an hiatus.


The weasel had an eponymous part

Curved or elongated

Pop! was its sound when a gear came around

And a skein was demarcated.


"A penny for a spool of thread

A penny for a needle

That's the way the money goes

Pop! goes the weasel."

 

                                      1 Cent

                               a weasel on a coin from Malta

                                  photo from Numista.com

© 2015 Evyn Rubin


Author's Note

Evyn Rubin
eponymous -- giving one's name to something

skein -- unit of thread or yarn

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Added on November 10, 2014
Last Updated on January 30, 2015
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