My mother used to recite that poem to us (along with several others) when I was but a wee lad. Thanks for posting it! Dan Matyola http://www.pentaxphotogallery.com/danieljmatyola
On Mon, Apr 22, 2013 at 12:33 PM, Don Guthrie <[email protected]> wrote: > This was the 1st poem my father taught me to recite. But these days I can't > remember the middle stanza without looking it up. Thanks to the thread for > recalling this today. > > > Yesterday, upon the stair, > I met a man who wasn’t there > He wasn’t there again today > I wish, I wish he’d go away... > > When I came home last night at three > The man was waiting there for me > But when I looked around the hall > I couldn’t see him there at all! > Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! > Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!) > > Last night I saw upon the stair > A little man who wasn’t there > He wasn’t there again today > Oh, how I wish he’d go away > > -- > PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List > [email protected] > http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net > to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and > follow the directions. -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List [email protected] http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and follow the directions.
