English poem
Xx
by W. B. Rands
O have you heard of Reuben Rammer, The little fellow that would stammer? He talked at such a headlong rate That at last he got through Stuttering Gate.
If fellows will talk madly fast, They come to Stuttering Gate at last; Some boys take warning and they pause,-- Not thus with Reuben Rammer ’twas.
He made a plunge, dashed past the bar. He went on stuttering fast and far; And what was the result? Why, now He speaks no better than a cow!
He has been trying,--how absurd!-- For several months to speak a word; His mouth works open like a door, His arm goes like a semaphore!
He strives to say what he desires; His jaws jolt up like jaws on wires; But Reuben Rammer could not speak When last I saw him this day week!
How awkward to be driven to use A pencil to express your views, Try to say, “Hallo, Johnny Brown!” And yet be forced to write it down!