I was watching a British detective story yesterday when the detective quoted a couple of lines of Rhyme that intrigued me.
But, for hours after that, and even into my sleep that night, the words kept running around in my head,
and now I wish they would go away (sic)!
Anyway, here’s a copy of the poem by William Hughes Mearns;
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.
by William Hughes Mearns (1899)
reference by Don Bobbitt
