I tell them all that A's for APPETITE And B's a BONE, and C's a Pussy CAT, And though they do not pay attention quite The way they should, I think they growled at that. They've been to school all day there on the mat, And yet they will not learn their letters right; Their little tummies are so very fat I fear their brains are crowded just a mite. I cannot make them consecrate their thought, Not even though I scold them some, and frown. They don't get half the discipline they ought, Their eyes are so affectionate and brown! I don't believe that scholars @3can@1 be taught Who lick your face and bark and tumble down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON |