'LISH, you rickollect that-air Dad-burn skittish old bay mare Was no livin' with! -- 'at skeerd 'T ever'thing she seed er heerd! -- Th'owed 'Ves' Anders, and th'owed Pap, First he straddled her -- @3k-slap!@1 -- And Izory -- well! -- th'owed @3her@1 Hain't no tellin' jest how fur! -- Broke her collar-bone -- and might Jes 'a' kilt the gyrl outright! Course I'd heerd 'em make their boast She th'ow any feller, 'most, Ever topped her! S' I, "I know @3One@1 man 'at she'll never th'ow!" So I rid her in to mill, And, jest comin' round the hill, Met a @3traction-engine!@1 -- Ort Jest 'a' heerd that old mare snort, And lay back her yeers, and see Her a-tryin' to th'ow @3me!@1 Course I never said a word, But thinks I, "My ladybird, You'll git cuored, right here and now, Of yer dy-does anyhow!" So I stuck her -- tel she'd jest Done her very level best; Then I slides off -- strips the lines Over her fool-head, and finds Me a little saplin'-gad, 'Side the road: -- And there we had Our own fun! -- jest wore her out! Mounted her, and faced about, And jest made her @3nose@1 that-air Little traction-engine there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY'S GIRLHOOD (FOR A PICTURE): 1 by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WORLD AND THE QUIETEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN THE CATACOMBS by HARLAN HOUSE BALLARD EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES |