THE moon in the sky is a custard-pie, An' the clouds is the cream pour'd o'er it, An' all o' the glittering stars in the sky Is the powdered sugar for it. . . . . . . . Johnts -- he's proudest boy in town -- 'Cause his Mommy she cut down His Pa's pants fer Johnts -- an' there Is 'nuff left fer @3'nother@1 pair! . . . . . . . One time, when her Ma was gone, Little Elsie she put on All her Ma's fine clothes -- an' black Grow-grain-silk, an' sealskin-sack; Nen while she wuz flouncin' out In the hall an' round about, Some one knocked, an' Elsie she Clean forgot an' run to see Who's there at the door -- an' saw Mighty quick at wuz her Ma. But ef she ain't saw at all, She'd a-knowed her parasol! . . . . . . . Gran'pas an' Gran'mas is funniest folks! -- Don't be jolly, ner tell no jokes, Tell o' the weather an' frost an' snow O' that cold New Year's o' long ago; An' then they sigh at each other an' cough An' talk about suddently droppin' off. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL THE WELCOME by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD VERSES FROM THE 'ANNALIA DUBRENSIA' by WILLIAM BASSE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: INDIAN LOVE SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |