Signor, I gattin' old an' gray, But—Rosa keess me yestiday. Joos' yestiday, w'en I am stan' Right here by my peanutta stan', A granda lady, beeg an' fine, Weeth leeps joos' like Eetalia's wine, Ees com' in soocha fina car An' ask how mooch peanuttas are. Her hair so black, her han' so small I say, "You notta pay at all." An' she ees joomp from off da seat, An' keessa me—oh, my, so sweet! Not like da kees from child or wife, But deeferent, you bat my life! Signor, I gattin' old an' gray, But—Rose keess me yestiday! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES: DIALOGUE 1 by ALEXANDER POPE LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |