| EVEN MORE BELL VERSE |
| The Bell Not Stricken by Anonymous (with apologies to Robert Frost) Two bells converged on a table pad, And upset I could not ring-touch each And raise them four-in-hand, was I mad And flung up one as though I had To mart it there on four-inch foam; Then grasped the other, as just as near, And having perhaps a better feel, Because it was upright and handle clear; Though as for that, the clapper there Was set on "hard" and ready to peal, And each that morning equally lay, On felt no hand had placed quite right. Oh, I threw the first out of my way! But knowing how flaws ruin the day, I doubted if I could play forthright. I will be ringing this with panache Somewhere measures and measures hence: Two bells converged on a pad, and I-- I let the one less stricken crash, And that cluncker's made all the difference. |
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