A GANG of darkies, hoeing corn one day, Beheld a something huge that caused dismay; Above their heads it tumbled round and round, Then with a mighty flap it sought the ground. A great balloon it was—each darky fled— Fearing the monstrous thing would strike him dead; All save old crippled Joe, whose gait was slow, He tripped and fell his length across a row. Out stepped the Aeronaut, most gaily dressed With red and tinsel broidered cap and vest. Joe struggled to his feet in mortal dread, His rolling eyes were starting from his head. His stiff, rheumatic knees together smote, He shuffled to a distance more remote, Then quaking said, while filled with reverent awe, "Good-mornin', Massa Jesus, how's yer Paw'?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT; SONG by ROBERT BURNS BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN SPRING MORNING by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |