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The Muddle Head

The poem is about a man from Petushkee who is extremely muddle-headed and constantly gets things mixed up or does things incorrectly. He wears his clothes backwards and inside-out, puts food on his head instead of eating it, and gets on the wrong train without realizing he never left the Petushkee station. The poem follows his amusing antics and mistakes to illustrate what a hopelessly muddled man he is.

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The Muddle Head

The poem is about a man from Petushkee who is extremely muddle-headed and constantly gets things mixed up or does things incorrectly. He wears his clothes backwards and inside-out, puts food on his head instead of eating it, and gets on the wrong train without realizing he never left the Petushkee station. The poem follows his amusing antics and mistakes to illustrate what a hopelessly muddled man he is.

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  • The Muddle-head: A humorous poem by Ogden Nash about a man from Petushkee who constantly gets things wrong.

By Reba Ann Paul

D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 1

The Muddle-head
by Ogden Nash
The Poem:










This is a
humorous poem
about a man
who can never
do anything
right.
By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 2

I knew a man from Petushkee
As muddle-head as could be.

He always got mixed up with clothes,
He wore mittens on his toes,
Forgot his collar in his haste,
And tied his tie around his waist.

What a muddle-head was he ,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
They told him as he went about:
Youve got ure coat on inside out!
And when they saw his hat, they said:
Youve put a saucepan on your head!
By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 3


What a muddle-head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!

At lunch he scratched a piece of bread,
And spread some butter on his head,
He put his walking stick to bed,
And stood in the rack instead.

What a muddle-head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee.

By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 4

He walked upto a tram one day
And climbed in very sprightly;
Conductor thought that he would pay,
Instead he said politely:

"Parding your beggon,
Kister Monductor,
I'm off for a week's vacation;
I stop you to beg your cramway tar
As soon as we reach the station."
Conductor got a fright
And didn't sleep that nite.

What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!

He rushed into the first caf:
"A railway ticket please, One way."
And at the ticket office said:
"A slice of tea and a cup of bread."
By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 5


What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!

He passed the man collecting the fares,
And entered a carriage awaiting repairs,
That stood on a siding, all by itself.
Half of his luggage, he put on a shelf,
The rest on the floor, his coat on his lap
And settled himself for a bit of a nap.

All at once he raised his head,
"I must have been asleep"- he said.
"Hey, what stop is this?" he cried
"Petushkee," a voice replied.

Once again he closed his eyes
And dreamt he was in Paradise.
When he woke, he looked about,
Raised the window and leaned out.
By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 6


"I've seen this place before, I believe,
Is it Kharkov or is it Kiev?
Tell me where I am," he cried.
"In Petushkee", a voice replied.

And so again he settled down
And dreamt the world was upside down
When he woke, he looked about,
Raised the window and looked out.

"I seem to know this station too,

Is it Nalchik or Baku?
Tell me what its called," he cried.
"Petushkee' a voice replied.

Up he jumped: "It's a crime!
I've been riding all this time,
And here I am where I began!
By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 7

That's no way to treat a man!'

What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee











By Reba Ann Paul
D.P.S Ghana
Class 6b
Page 8

By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 1 The Muddle-head
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 2 I knew a man from Petushkee As muddle-head as could be. He always go
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 3 What a muddle-head was he, That man who lived in Petushkee! At lun
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 4 He walked upto a tram one day And climbed in very sprightly; Conductor
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 5 What a muddle head was he, That man who lived in Petushkee! He pas
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 6 "I've seen this place before, I believe, Is it Kharkov or is it Kiev?
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 7 That's no way to treat a man!' What a muddle head was he, That man w
By Reba Ann Paul D.P.S Ghana Class 6b Page 8

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