DERE was a time w'en I could shoot Profess' Agrandinallo, For dat he played upon da flute All nighta long hees "toot! toot! toot!" An' made a seeckness een my head W'en I was layin' een my bed. O! manny, manny time I swore W'en he was livin' nexta door -- Dat crazy music-fallow! Wan day een March, wan happy day, Profess' Agrandinallo He took hees theengs an' moved away Where I no more could hear heem play. Ah! den da nights was full with sleep, So beautiful, so long an' deep! An' I was glad dat nevva more I gona hear heem nexta door -- Dat crazy music-fallow! But, ah! my frand, I deed not feel How mooch, how mooch I meesed heem, How dear hees music was, onteell Las' night beside my weendow-seell, From som'where far off down da street, I heard hees flute so soft an' sweet! O! my, eet made my heart so glad Dat was so lonely an' so sad I justa coulda keesed heem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE THE IMPROVISATORE: RODOLPH THE WILD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CHANGE OF MOOD by HAROLD BERGMAN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE PRE-ADAMITE WORLD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |