Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned To Death

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow.
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow,
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
'Matilda's House is Burning Down! '
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed;
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away,
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that Interesting Play
The Second Mrs. Tanqueray.
She had refused to take her Niece
To hear this Entertaining Piece:
A Deprivation Just and Wise
To Punish her for Telling Lies.
That Night a Fire did break out-
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her Scream and Bawl,
And throw the window up and call
To People passing in the Street-
(The rapidly increasing Heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence) - but all in vain!
For every time she shouted 'Fire! '
They only answered 'Little Liar! '
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the House, were Burned.

by Hilaire Belloc

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Readers may wish to compare this verse with this earlier work by Ann Taylor https: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/meddlesome-matty/
It is a hummer poem for its irony - like the boy who cried wolf, Matilda lied and gets burned for it other than both burned literally rather than figuratively which is what would happen mostly when a child lies- i.e. they are scolded by their parents
Kind of story, heme wise, very familiar with. Yet, a fresh feeling crept up while reading the poem. what ever it is, message is universal and eternal. Never be a liar! Great Poem.
The boy who cried wolf once too often! Only expressed so magically wonderfully! This is my introduction to Mr. Belloc, which has quickly joined my ranks of favorite poets....
wonderful poem and surprising rhymes.it is a very nice one.
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