TALKIN' o' poetry, -- There're few men yit 'At's got the stuff b'iled down so's it'll pour Out sorgum-like, and keeps a year and more Jes' sweeter ever' time you tackle it! Why, all the jinglin' truck 'at hes been writ Fer twenty year and better is so pore You cain't find no sap in it any more 'N you'd find juice in puff-balls! -- @3And I'd Quit!@1 What people wants is facts, I apper-hend; And naked Natur is the thing to give Your writin' bottom, eh? And I contend 'At honest work is allus bound to live. Now them's my views; 'cause you kin recommend Sich poetry as that from end to end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE GODS OF THE EARTH BENEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |