Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TELLING THEM OF TAMPA, by ANONYMOUS


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TELLING THEM OF TAMPA, by                    
First Line: "weary months I've spent in tampa, where the luscious hardtack grows"
Last Line: Down at -- o! Confound old tampa. Sister! Won't you pass / the cake!
Subject(s): Camping;war Bonds;weariness; Camps;summer Camps;fatigue


WEARY months I've spent in Tampa, where the luscious hardtack grows;
'T is a wondrous fruit, dear sister, which fact every soldier knows.
And it grows — please pass the butter! — grows in Tampa as I said
—
Sister! just a few potatoes! Mother, won't you pass the bread!

Tell you all about our camp life? Certainly — please pass the bread!
Well, we got up in the morning and at night we went to bed.
Then, sometimes, we — Sister! help me to another piece of steak!
Yes, and then, again, we — Mother! what fine gravy you can make!

Did we have good meals at Tampa? Yes, indeedy — in a horn!
Best the land afforded — Sister! give me one more ear of corn!
Meals down there were so delightful that I — Mother! pour the tea!
So delightful that — Say, sister! is that succotash I see?

Well, as I was saying, camp life is — Say, sister! pass the slaw!
Camp life is — Say, mother! just a bit more steak — er — medium
raw!
To go back to camp life — Will I have some chicken salad, say!
Will I? Well, you try me! Sister! won't you pass the bread this way!

Down at Tampa — what's that, mother? Did I hear you mention pie?
Ice cream, too! and apple dumplin's! — this must be heaven in the sky!
Down to Tampa — easy, mother! just two lumps is all I take!
Down at — O! confound old Tampa. Sister! won't you pass the cake!





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