In Other Words/The Height of Disagreeableness
The Height of Disagreeableness
A window rattling in the night When I am fain for sleepGives me, I own, a sort of fright, And makes my flesh to creep.
A discord jars my very soul; A peach-skin makes me feelAs low within the depths of dole As a dentist’s emery wheel.
The brakes upon a Broadway car; A cat; a crying child;The filing of a saw—these are Some things that drive me wild.
But of all creepy things accursed, Of various kinds and brands,I hold this as the very worst: A barber with cold hands.