NOT evra Dagoman like me Can find hees place een deesa lan'. Som', sure, must disappointa be; But worst of all you evva see Ees Vinci, da Venetian. You see, dees Vinci had a frand Dat com' las' year to deesa land An' gotta job out West, you know, Dat suit heem verra wal; an' so He sant hees folks back home wan day A peecture posta-card dat say: "Here's work for all, an' gooda pay!" "Ah!" cries dees Vinci, w'en he see Da posta-card, "dat's place for me." An' just so queeck as eet could be He tooka sheep an' cross da sea. He deed not stop, he would not rest Onteell he's een dat town out West. But den -- Oh, my, eet mak' you seeck To hear da badda words he speak. "Dat damma posta-card!" he cry, "Eet was a lie! eet was a lie! I nevva see a town so dry!" Oh, sure, eet was a shame, my frand. Eh? w'at? Oh, don't you ondrastand? Dat peecture-card hees frand ees sand Was wan dat showed da town w'en eet Had playnta water een da street, W'en floods was heavy lasta year -- Yes! Vinci ees a gondolier. Not evra Dagoman like me Can find hees place een deesa lan'. Som', sure, must disappointa be; But worst of all you evva see Ees Vinci, da Venetian. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WORLDLY PLACE by MATTHEW ARNOLD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |