Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore — <br />No doubt you have heard the name before — <br />Was a boy who never would shut a door! <br /> <br />The wind might whistle, the wind might roar, <br />And teeth be aching and throats be sore, <br />But still he never would shut the door. <br /> <br />His father would beg, his mother implore, <br />'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, <br />We really do wish you would shut the door!' <br /> <br />Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore; <br />But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore <br />Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore. <br /> <br />When he walked forth the folks would roar, <br />'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, <br />Why don't you think to shut the door?' <br /> <br />They rigged up a Shutter with sail and oar, <br />And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore <br />On a voyage of penance to Singapore. <br /> <br />But he begged for mercy and said, 'No more! <br />Pray do not send me to Singapore <br />On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!' <br /> <br />'You will?' said his parents; 'then keep on shore! <br />But mind you do! For the plague is sore <br />Of a fellow that never will shut the door, <br />Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!'<br /><br />William Brighty Rands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/godfrey-gordon-gustavus-gore/
