YES, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone -- Go 'way, Sam, an' lemme 'lone. No; I ain't gwine change my min' -- Ain't gwine ma'y you -- nuffin' de kin'. Phiny loves you true an' deah? Go ma'y Phiny; whut I keer? Oh, you need n't mou'n an' cry -- I don't keer how soon you die. Got a present! Whut you got? Somef'n fu' de pan er pot! Huh! yo' sass do sholy beat -- Think I don't git 'nough to eat? Whut 's dat un'neaf yo' coat? Looks des lak a little shoat. 'T ain't no possum! Bless de Lamb! Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam! Gin it to me; whut you say? Ain't you sma't now! Oh, go 'way! Possum do look mighty nice, But you ax too big a price. Tell me, is you talkin' true, Dat 's de gal's whut ma'ies you? Come back, Sam; now whah's you gwine? Co'se you knows dat possum's mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS THE FIRST BREAK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AT ELLIS ISLAND by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG LADY OF MYSTERY by G. W. BLOEMENDAL |