At The Keyhole

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Title:     At The Keyhole
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

'Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler,
'Some bones, my pretty Sue;
I'm tired of my lonesome with heels and soles,
Springsides and uppers too;
A mouse in the wainscot is nibbling;
A wind in the keyhole drones;
And a sheet webbed over my candle, Susie, ---
Grill me some bones!'

'Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler,
I sat at my tic-tac-to;
And a footstep came to my door and stopped,
And a hand groped to and fro;
And I peered up over my boot and last;
And my feet went cold as stones:
I saw an eye at the keyhole, Susie! ---
Grill me some bones!'

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: At The Keyhole

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