TWO hundred-forty towns, or more, Compose Vermont—a dozen score— And none of them, says brother James, Excepting five have weenie names. I'm just a little Groton girl, My mother calls me "Weenie Pearl;" That's why I'd like to take a drive To all the Weenie little Five. I've thought of it an awful lot, And shall some more, as like as not, And yet, perhaps, I'd hate to go For I have never been to Stowe. We'd have to start before 'twas light, I guess, and travel up to night, And then, perhaps, it wouldn't work For I have never been to Burke. Around by Memphremagog's shore I'm 'fraid the waves might try to roar, And spoil a lot of splendid joy For I have never been to Troy. We'd only go a little ways Before the Trojans turned to Jays, And then, perhaps, we'd lose our way For I have never been to Jay. The way to Wells would be so far, Perhaps we'd need an essence car; We might be robbed on Tunbridge Fells For I have never been to Wells. Now, mister, sure as I'm alive, I've mentioned all the Weenie Five, And told my name and brother's, too, And now I'd like to hear from you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. THE LAST LULLABY by HENRY BATAILLE ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THANKSGIVING - 1937 by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY PSALM 24. DOMINI EST TERRA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |