There was an Old Man with a gong,
Who bumped at it all day long;
But they called out, 'O law!
You're a horrid old bore!'
So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.
by Kenneth FearingThey are the raw, monotonous skies,
The faded placards and iron rails
Passed by in narrow streets of rain.
Theirs are the indistinct thin cries
Heard in a long sleep that fails
In strange confusion and ...