COME right hyar, yo' Angeliny; Chile, yo' jes' gib me de blues. What yo' doin'? tryin' to try me Warin' out dem bran new shoes? Yase yo' is, 'deed yo' is, Doan yo' dar talk back to me, Kase I know yo' is. Whar' yo' gwine to play dis tennis? Who yo' playin' tennis wid; Playin' wid dat Irish Dennis, Well fo' yo,' chile, dat yo's hid. Come right squar out f'om dar, Out f'om dar hin' dat dar bed; Now, go comb yo' har. Angeliny! Angeliny! Doan yo' hyar me callin' yo'? Needn't tink dat yo' slip by me, Min', gal, I'se daid on tah yo'. Come right squar in f'om dar, Yo' kaint play wid dem low white trash, Now, my gal, see hyar. Whar's yo' music edgecashun? Git to dat piannah dar Play dat lubly strabaganzah Dat yo' calls de Maiden's Pra'r. Lan' a-libin', chile, do yo' Want de folks in dis hyar neighbo'hood Tink yo's Irish too? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 54. AL-KAWI by EDWIN ARNOLD NEWS OF THE WORLD: 3 by GEORGE BARKER |