I WALKED one day with Phyllith Ovah in Bothton town, I in me long Pwinth Albert, She in a new Worth gown. I talked that day with Phyllith, Ovah in Bothton town, Of things intenth and thoulful, Begged her me love to cwown. I pawted that day fwom Phyllith Ovah in Bothton town; She'd be a bwothah to me, she said, But wouldn't be Mitheth Bwown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MEMORIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COMPANY COMMANDER by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW |