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Category: Funny Whimsical Poems
       Classic humorous and funny poems using whimsy. Humourosly quaint and fanciful, especially in an amusing way.

  THE AMERICAN TRAVELLER  

To Lake Aghmoogenegamook
    All in the State of Maine,
A man from Wittequergaugaum came
    One evening in the rain.

"I am a traveller," said he,
    "Just started on a tour,
And go to Nomjamskillicook
    To-morrow morn at four."

He took a tavern-bed that night,
    And, with the morrow's sun,
By way of Sekledobskus went,
    With carpet-bag and gun.

A week passed on, and next we find
    Our native tourist come
To that sequestered village called
    Genasagarnagum.

From thence he went to Absequoit,
    And there--quite tired of Maine--
He sought the mountains of Vermont,
    Upon a railroad train.

Dog Hollow, in the Green Mount State,
    Was his first stopping-place;
And then Skunk's Misery displayed
    Its sweetness and its grace.

By easy stages then he went
    To visit Devil's Den;
And Scrabble Hollow, by the way,
    Did come within his ken.

Then via Nine Holes and Goose Green
    He travelled through the State;
And to Virginia, finally,
    Was guided by his fate.

Within the Old Dominion's bounds,
    He wandered up and down;
To-day at Buzzard's Roost ensconced,
    To-morrow, at Hell Town.

At Pole Cat, too, he spent a week,
    Till friends from Bull Ring came;
And made him spend a day with them
    In hunting forest-game.

Then, with his carpet-bag in hand,
    To Dog Town next he went;
Though stopping at Free Negro Town,
    Where half a day he spent.

From thence, into Negationburg
    His route of travel lay;
Which having gained, he left the State,
    And took a southward way.

North Carolina's friendly soil
    He trod at fall of night,
And, on a bed of softest down,
    He slept at Hell's Delight.

Morn found him on the road again,
    To Lousy Level bound;
At Bull's Tail, and Lick Lizard, too,
    Good provender he found.

The country all about Pinch Gut
    So beautiful did seem
That the beholder thought it like
    A picture in a dream.

But the plantations near Burnt Coat
    Were even finer still,
And made the wondering tourist feel
    A soft, delicious thrill.

At Tear Shirt, too, the scenery
    Most charming did appear,
With Snatch It in the distance far,
    And Purgatory near.

But, spite of all these pleasant scenes,
    The tourist stoutly swore
That home is brightest, after all,
    And travel is a bore.

So back he went to Maine, straightway;
    A little wife he took;
And now is making nutmegs at
    Moosehicmagunticook.

                 Robert H. Newell.


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