Simon Snoots' Whiskers
Simon Snoots' Whiskers - A poem we knew in school. Don't know who composed it. Writing from memory (and with help from Deepak who filled in the blanks)
T'was a long time ago,
Come next Friday,
That Simon Sebastian Snoot,
Set out one fine day,
to enlist in, The Hundred and Thirtieth Foot.
Now a handsome young soldier was Simon,
the pride of the ladies for miles.
With a pair of the duckiest whiskers
and one of those dentifrice smiles.
Now Simon was proud of his whiskers,
he would comb them while going to bed
and secretly rub them with onions,
to cause them to flourish and spread.
and the longer they grew and more glossy, a sort of a gingery shade,
the sergeants got jealous, a low lot of fellows,
and Simon was checked on parade.
"Say, whats all that stuff?
That seaweed which grows on your face?
It may be allright in the Navy,
but here it is quite out of place!
We have'nt got room for a soldier
who doesnt look tidy and neat,
so get back to barracks, my hearty,
and shave off those feathers, tout de suite!"
"My pardon", said Simon, saluting,
"but really I'm bound to refuse,
these whiskers of mine are expensive,
they cost me a lot in shampoos!"
They're the pride and delight of the army,
these wonderful fringes of mine,
and sooner than lose them, dear sergeant,
I think I'd prefer to resign!
So the sergeant he sent for the captain,
who stormed at the subborn recruit,
"Why, that's not a beard, it's an ambush,
come out of the undergrowth, Snoot!"
Now Simon was hard and resented,
the insult that was cast on his face,
"Your remarks, Sir, are uncalled for,
unkindly and quite out of place!"
So the captain he sent for the Colonel,
who stuttered and stammered and swore,
the colonel used language infernal,
and stomped to and fro on the floor.
"Come out of the bushes!" he bellowed,
with adjectives common and coarse,
"You Hairy Gorilla, arrest him!
and shave off that fungus by force!"
Now Simon went down on his marrows,
and cried with a pitiful moan,
"Oh, put me in clink for a fortnight,
but leave my whiskers alone!
For think how they'd help a poor soldier,
in keeping his chest nice and warm,
and when we're told to take cover,
they help me weather the storm!"
"The enemy may think I'm a gross bush,
or maybe a bundle of hay,
oh, take my Victoria Cross, Sir!
but leave my Whiskers I pray!"
But the Colonel was harder than iron,
and cried with a terrible shout,
"You'll have them shaved off,
or by God I'll have you and your whiskers drummed out!
So the next morning Simon paraded,
and out of the army was packed,
with no where to go and no money,
but still with his whiskers intact.
"I'll go the the workhouse, where board and lodging are free,
but stay, here's a travelling circus,
a bearded lady I'll be!
So he went to the circus proprietor,
and told him his tale with a sob,
and curious fate, too strange to relate,
the circus man gave him a job!
In a second hand shirt and a jumper,
and a couple of pink petticoats,
Simon crept into his tent which he shared with,
a pair of performing goats.
And when the moonlight shown down on his whiskers,
for which he made such a fight,
the goats thought they were a new kind of hay /
and chewed them all off at night!
11 Comments:
I WAS SEARCHING FOR THIS POEM FOUND ATLAST.. GR8... I STUDIED THIS WEN I WAS DOIN 7 TH STD .. SIMON SNOOT'S WHISKERS... WOUNDRFUL POEM AMAZING..PLEASE READ N DWELL EVERYBODY..
ACTUALLY , A PARA IN WHICH SIMON WILL EXPLAIN HIS BAD DAYS IN ARMY TO A CIRCUS VENDOR, N GET A JOB AS A CLOWN ..LIKE HE TOLD HIS TALE WITH A SOB... THAT PARA ALONE IS MISSING.
THE NARRATION OF HIS BAD TIMES WITH ARMY GUYS TO THE CIRCUS VENDOR .. ALON IS MISSING. THAT EVEN CARRIES MORE EMOTION. ANYWAYS I RECOLLECT THE GR8 TIMES OF LEARNING IN SCHOOL.. RECITING WITH CHOROUS...GR8...
Hi! At last someone else who is also aware of the same poem!
I spent YEARS combing the internet for Snoot, but it was NO WHERE to be found, until now.
I have PERFORMED this poem in college drama and I must say that you're missing a few paragraphs.
I can fill you in on those:
4th Line: "WENT out fine fine ..."
--
After "flourish and spread" ...
AND THE LONGER THEY GREW AND MORE GLOSSY,
A SORT OF GINGGERY SHADE ...
the Seagents got jealous....
--
"Say what THIS stuff?" SAID THE SERGEANT, ....
--
..who DOESN'T LOOK tidy and neat...
--
...those feathers TOUT DE SUITE.
--
after "Shampoos" ...
THEY'RE THE PRIDE AND DELIGHT OF THE ARMY /
THESE WONDERFUL FRINGES OF MINE /
AND SOONER THAN LOSE THEM, DEAR SERGEANT, /
I THINK I'D PREFER TO RESIGN!
SO THE SERGEANT SENT FOR THE CAPTAIN /
WHO STORMED AT THE SUBBORN RECRUIT /
"WHY, THAT'S NOT A BEARD, IT'S AN AMBUISH /
COME OUT OF THE UNDERGROWTH, SNOOT!"
NOW SIMON WAS HARD AND RECENTED /
THE INSULT THAT WAS CAST ON HIS FACE /
"YOUR REMARKS, SIR, ARE UNCALLED FOR /
UNKINDLY AND QUITE OUT OF PLACE!"
SO THE CAPTAIN sent for the Colonel ...
Who stammered ... swore ...
THE COLONEL USED LANGUAGE INFERNAL /
AND STOMPED TO AND FRO ON THE FLOOR.
"COME OUT OF THE BUSHES!" HE BELLOWED /
WITH ADJECTIVES COMMON AND COURSE /
"you hairy gorrilla ...
--
(The para after that, I don't know where you got that from, but here's how I remember it:)
--
after "fungus by force" ...
NOW SIMON WENT DOWN ON HIS MARROWS /
AND CRIED WITH A PITIFUL MOAN /
"OH, PUT ME IN CLINK FOR A FORTNIGHT /
BUT LEAVE MY WHISKERS ALONE! /
FOR THINK HOW THEY'D HELP A POOR SOLDIER /
IN KEEPING HIS CHEST NICE AND WARM /
AND WHEN WE'RE TOLD TO TAKE COVER /
THEY HELP ME WEATHER THE STORM /
THE ENEMY MAY THINK I'M A GROSS BUSH /
OR MAYBE A BUNDLE OF HAY /
OH, TAKE MY VICTORIA CROSS, SIR!/
BUT LEAVE MY WHISKERS I PRAY!
BUT THE COLONEL WAS HARDER THAN IRON /
AND CRIED WITH A TERRIBLE SHOUT /
"YOU'LL HAVE THEM SHAVED OFF /
OR BY GOD I'LL HAVE YOU AND YOUR WHISKERS DRUMMED OUT!
SO THE NEXT MORNING SIMON PARADED /
AND OUT OF THE ARMY WAS PACKED /
WITH NO WHERE TO GO AND NO MONEY /
BUT STILL WITH HIS WHISKERS INTACT.
"I'LL GO THE THE WORKHOUSE /
WHERE BOARD AND LODGING ARE FREE /
BUT STAY, HERE'S A TRAVELLING CIRCUS /
A BEARDED LADY I'LL BE!
SO HE WENT TO THE CIRCUS PROPRIETOR /
AND TOLD HIM HIS TALE WITH A SOB /
AND CURIOUS FATE, TOO STRANGE TO RELATE /
THE CIRCUS MAN GAVE HIM A JOB!
IN A SECOND HAND SHIRT AND A JUMPER /
AND A COUPLE OF PINK PETTICOATS /
SIMON CREPT INTO HIS TENT WHICH HE SHARED WITH /
A PAIR OF PERFORMING GOATS.
AND THE MOONLIGHT SHOWN DOWN ON HIS WHISKERS /
FOR WHICH HE MADE SUCH A FIGHT /
THE GOATS THOUGHT THEY WERE A NEW KIND OF HAY /
AND CHEWED THEM ALL OFF AT NIGHT!
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My name: DEEPAK
deojuvante82@yahoo.com
(feel free to contact me!)
I learned this in 6th grade in Trivandrum, India.
I now live in San Diego, California.
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Thanks Deepak, will edit the post accordingly, you know i didnt know it was such a long version...:) thanks anyways....
I too had this poem when I was in the 7th grade, and liked it so much I went on to memorize it back then. Here's what I can recollect; I think it has most of the stuff that was missing in the original post...
Simon Snoot’s Whiskers
“Twas a long time ago, come next Friday
That Simon Sebastian Snoot
Went out one fine day to enlist in
The hundred-and-thirtieth foot
Now a handsome young soldier was Simon
The pride of the ladies for miles
With a pair of the duckiest whiskers
And one of those dentifrice smiles
Simon was proud of his whiskers
He would comb them on going to bed
And secretly rub them with onions
To cause them to flourish and spread
And the longer they grew the more glossy
With a sort of a gingery shade
The sergeants grew jealous --- a lot of fellows ---
And Simon was checked on parade.
“Say what’s all that stuff,” said the sergeant
“The seaweed that grows on your face
It may be all right in the navy
But here it’s quite out of place”
“We haven’t got room for a soldier
Who doesn’t look tidy and neat
So get back to the barracks my hearty
And shave off those whiskers --- tot suite!”
“Your pardon” said Simon, saluting
“But really I’m bound to refuse
These whiskers of mine are expensive
They cost quite a lot in shampoos!”
“They’re the pride and delight of the army
These wonderful fringes of mine
And sooner than lose them dear sergeant
I think I’d prefer to resign.”
So the sergeant sent for the captain
Who stormed at the stubborn recruit
“Why that’s not a beard ------- it’s an ambush!
Come out of the undergrowth Snoot”
But Simon was firm and resented
The slight they had cast on his face
“Your remarks sir, are uncalled for
Unkindly and quite out of place”
So the captain sent for the colonel
Who stammered and stuttered and swore
The colonel used language infernal
And stomped to and fro on the floor
“Come out of the bushes,” he bellowed
With adjectives common and coarse
“You hairy gorilla --- arrest him!
And shave off that fungus by force”
Then Simon went down on his marrows
And cried with a pitiful moan
“Put me in clink for a fortnight
But pray leave my whiskers alone”
“For think how they help a poor soldier
By keeping his chest nice and warm
And when we’re told to take cover
They help me to whether the storm”
“The enemy think I’m a gorse bush
Or perhaps a bundle of hay
Oh take my Victoria Cross sir
But leave me my whiskers I pray”
But the colonel was harder than iron
And he cried with a terrible shout
“You’ll have them shaved off or by Gad sir
I’ll have you and your whiskers drummed out!”
The next day poor Simon paraded
And out of the army was packed
With nowhere to go, with no money
But still with his whiskers intact
He thought “I must make for a workhouse
Where a board and a lodging are free
But stay, here’s a traveling circus
A bearded lady I’ll be”
So he went to the circus proprietor
And told him his tale with a sob
A curious fate, for strange to relate
The circus-man gave him a job
In a second hand skirt and a jumper
And a pair of pink petticoats
Simon crept to his tent, which he shared
With a pair of performing goats
And the moonlight shone on his whiskers
For which he had made such a fight
But the goats thought they were a new kind of hay
And chewed them all off in the night!
i have learned this poem in my school days and have been searching for it..........
It's absoultely fantastic to find this poem! It was in the 7th standard English Textbook: The Gulmohar Graded English Course.
Thanks very much for posting it, you have sent me back to the late eighties decade!
Thanks for sharing this poem... I too had been searching for this poem.this was the funniest poem I ever read.it took me to my happy school days.
Glad to hear that Shobha! Happy to see it bring joy, I see now a bunch of blogs cropped up using my blogs but thats fine :)
Glad to hear that, thinking of adding all the songs I have. I still have my hand written music notebooks from elementary school back in India. :)
Thanks Deepak! I did this in class 5 Barnes School. We won the elocution with this brilliant poem. Brought back alot of memories and a big thank you!
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