I guess I'm bad as I can be, 'Cause after uncle found and yanked me Out of that old apple-tree, And after dad came home and spanked me, And while my teacher told me things About the narrow path of duty, And how an education brings The only truly joy and beauty, And while she said she didn't doubt They'd wasted all the good they'd taught me, I had to grin, to think about The fun I had before they caught me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |