AUNT JANE has little shiny feet And pretty buttons in each ear; She has the nicest things to eat! I like to come and visit here. She has a dog -- his name is Roy; He's great -- we have a lot of fun. She hasn't any little boy And so she has to borrow one. MY cousin Roy is very plain -- I think he never combs his hair. I like him better than Aunt Jane -- She has the kind of clothes that tear. Roy never gets too tired to play -- He's always jolly -- anyway, I like him better . . . through the day. . . . But when he goes to sleep at night He doesn't care for me a bit. But I'm not scared without a light, Because Aunt Jane comes in to sit And hear my prayers, and tuck the spread Around my neck, and smooth my head, -- And then I don't care how she's dressed, I know I love Aunt Jane the best. AUNT JANE, of course, is very old; She must be twenty-three or four. Nothing I do can make her scold, Not even when I bang the door. The other day it made me cry To think how soon Aunt Jane will die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN DREAM-PEDLARY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES THE PASTURE POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |