Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GIRL FROM SOAP SUDS ROW, by NATHALIA CRANE First Line: Oh! Mistress margaret esther snow Last Line: Found most of her genius in soap suds row. Subject(s): Classmates; Poetry Readings; Poverty; Schoolmates | ||||||||
OH! Mistress Margaret Esther Snow, She lived way down in Soap Suds Row; She came to school in a gingham frock, With breakfast stains upon her smock. Oh! Mistress Margaret Esther Snow Is rather poor as we all know; Her socks are a most unusual sight, And her shoes are never quite watertight. She missed her lessons most every day; She seemed too sad to want to play; So Miss McHugh, our teacher grave, Said she was meeker than any slave. She so admonished poor Mistress Snow, That the little girl longed for Soap Suds Row; And lastly, the teacher, to make her bright, Gave her a piece to learn to recite. For three whole days we didn't know The piece she had given to Mistress Snow; But on Monday morning Miss McHugh Said: "Margaret will speak for 2-A-2." Then Mistress Margaret Esther wailed, And all of us girls in sympathy paled; But all of a sudden she walked right out, She tossed her head as she turned about. She made a most wonderful Grecian bow That someone had taught her in Soap Suds Row; Her eyes were shiningshe wasn't afraid, And she spoke "The Charge of the Light Brigade." Did she speak that piece? Well, I guess she did. 'Twas a fight to a finishshe took off the lid; The up-stairs classesthey heard her shout, And the principal came to see what 'twas about. But Mistress Margaretshe never stayed She gave us the whole of "The Light Brigade." You could smell the smoke, you could see each gun; You could hear the galloping horses run. And we sat stunned in the 2-A-2 When we saw what Soap Suds Row could do; For she told of the battle and everything done, With everyone dead and the glory won. Sometimes her voice was like sugar plums, And then it shook with the noise of drums; And the girls upstairs, they thought 'twas true That there was a fight in the 2-A-2. Well, when it was over, so sweet was her face That she seemed as if dressed in velvet and lace; And she made that wonderful bow once more, Till her rather scant petticoat touched the floor. We clapped our hands, and we made them smart, And we were happy around the heart, For the way that the teachers crowded in Added a lot to the lovely din. Poor Miss McHugh was pleased till she cried, While the 2-A-2 just swelled with pride; And so excited was Miss McHugh That she didn't know just the thing to do. But she kissed our beauty of Soap Suds Row, Till Margaret's face was all aglow; She mentioned that Marge was a human lute She was glad that her bread was bearing fruit. Then the principal said in his stately way That for 1-3-9 'twas a very proud day, And that close alignment to classroom rules Made genius flourish in public schools. But somehow the girls in the 2-A-2, They get things just a bit askew; And they surmise that Mistress Snow Found most of her genius in Soap Suds Row. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLASS by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER FOR A STUDENT SLEEPING IN A POETRY WORKSHOP by DAVID WAGONER BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GEORGE LEVISON OR, THE SCHOOLFELLOWS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BOOKS ET VERITAS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CLASS POEM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO - by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN |
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