When you was as little as me, did you care If they made you stand still while they fooled with your hair, And combed it and brushed it and told you "There, there!"? Nurse says, when she lays down the comb with a slam, I'm a reggerler wriggler,—maybe I am. When I'm doing my lessons or eating my meals I have to be still as a mouse, till it feels As if I @3must@1 pound on the floor with my heels. At church it is awful,—the folks all declare I'm a reggerler wriggler while I am there. It is n't so easy, this trying to keep Quite still in the daytime,—it hurts me a heap. And they seem to forget that I'm still when I sleep. I think little boys who sit still are a sham; @3I'm@1 a reggerler wriggler, that's what @3I@1 am! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |