The Phrenologist Poem by john thomas

John William the Phrenologist
Read bumps upon my head,
He then informed my Mother-
“Get this child at once to bed! ”

“This boy will be unruly
Not of the social kind,
Spiritually he’s redundant
And not of normal mind, ”

“He’ll learn naught from observation,
Wont walk for sitting down,
This boy is just a lazy scamp
And will grow up to be a clown! ”

“This case is most alarming, ”
The Professor to my Mother said,
But I just thought it all too strange
And ignored it all instead,

John William the Phrenologist
Read bumps upon my head,
Now sat here in my prison cell -
I wish I’d been nicer instead!