 | Verse and prose by Eugene Field : from the George H. Yenowine collection of books and manuscripts |  |
MR. PEATTIE'S RUBBERS
Hard by his desk one stormy night,
Whilst their possessor paused to write
His criticisms terse and bright,
Lay Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
Whilst their possessor paused to write
His criticisms terse and bright,
Lay Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
The night was wild with rain and sleet,
The slush ran riot in the street—
In short, the world outside was meet
For Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
The slush ran riot in the street—
In short, the world outside was meet
For Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
But when the office clock struck one
And journalistic work was done,
Some other, thieving son-of-a-gun
Took Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
And journalistic work was done,
Some other, thieving son-of-a-gun
Took Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
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A man with unkempt beard and hair
Went snooping wildly here and there,
But found no traces anywhere
Of Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
Went snooping wildly here and there,
But found no traces anywhere
Of Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
Now curses on the callous soul
Of that remorseless wretch who stole
The subject of this dismal dole—
Viz: Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
Of that remorseless wretch who stole
The subject of this dismal dole—
Viz: Mr. Peattie's rubbers.
April 10, 1886.
| Verse and prose by Eugene Field : from the George H. Yenowine collection of books and manuscripts | |