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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE JUNGLE, by FRANCES REUBELT First Line: Look please! Over there is the jungle, the hoboes', the tramps' wayside inn Last Line: And that goes for all of us, dear. | |||
Look, please! Over there is the jungle, the hoboes', the tramps' wayside inn. As your car moves along, Comes a bit of a song With sometimes a whiff of poor gin. What pitiful wreckage to cook with! A battered tin pot or two With a pile of used bricks And a bundle of sticks Must serve for their Mulligan stew. Say! How do you fancy the odors that float out, polluting the air? Fearful mixtures and blends The breeze catches and sends; Do they tempt you to dine over there? The coals gleam and glow in the shadows and light up the faces around. See those boys, young and gay, Men, old, sodden and grey, With eyes that appall and confound -- Well, what are we doing about it? We sniff at the smells that are queer; Keep driving along of it, Ignoring the wrong of it -- And that goes for all of us, dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JUGGERNAUT by FRANCES REUBELT A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SONG (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE ROSE OF PEACE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD THE CLUE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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