DEAF HOUSE AGENT
That deaf old man
With his hand to his ear—
His hand to his head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear,"
He muttered, "Don't shout,
I can hear very well!
He mumbled, I can't catch a word;
I can't follow."
Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell
Roared—"Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!"
"I dunno wot place you are talking about,"
Said the deaf old man.
Said Jack, "What the Herr!"
But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece
of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look
at it, decided in its favour and replaced it in the afore-
mentioned organ. 1914.
With his hand to his ear—
His hand to his head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear,"
He muttered, "Don't shout,
I can hear very well!
He mumbled, I can't catch a word;
I can't follow."
Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell
Roared—"Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!"
"I dunno wot place you are talking about,"
Said the deaf old man.
Said Jack, "What the Herr!"
But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece
of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look
at it, decided in its favour and replaced it in the afore-
mentioned organ. 1914.
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