That deaf old man <br />With his hand to his ear-- <br />His hand to hi head stood out like a shell, <br />Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear," <br />He muttered, "Don't shout, <br />I can hear very well!" <br /> <br />He mumbled, "I can't catch a word; <br />I can't follow." <br />Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell <br />Roared--"Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!" <br />"I dunno wot place you are talking about." <br />Said the deaf old man. <br />Said Jack, "What the Hell!" <br /> But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked <br /> a piece of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, <br /> had a good look at it, decided in its favour and re- <br /> placed it in the aforementioned organ.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deaf-house-agent/
