I'm awful fond of ketchin' rides. I like those trucks where I kin stand Without a-holdin' to the sides (Er maybe holdin' with one hand!), Though teacher says it's not refined To go a-ketchin' on behind. I almost @3never@1 walk to school, So many wagons pass our place; My fav'rite one he makes a rule Of always leadin' me a chase, An' then pertendin' he's too blind To see me ketchin' on behind. I've found there's just two kinds of men What drives th' wagons in our town, 'Cause when I meet 'em, now an' then, There's some that grab their whips er frown, But some they nod an' never mind When I am ketchin' on behind. Th' one that drives th' movin' van Told me an' Brud he'd knock our skulls Together—@3he's th' kind of man That's mean to cats an' animuls.@1 But any man is good an' kind Who @3likes@1 yer ketchin' on behind. I guess when I am rich an' great An' own a truck an' grocery cart, I'll always drive 'em slow, er wait So little chaps kin get a start, An' have 'em built so boys kin find A place fer ketchin' on behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND |