Some are little, some are fat, Often we are told of that. Regular members all are we . . . Only go though . . . some for tea. Studying always, for the smart Into each of us impart Something that will help our hearts. Changing never from the right. Longing to make each of you bright, Under some conditions we . . . Blunder, blunder, can't you see? Mostly, we are scared to death . . . Even sometimes lose our breath . . . Moping slowly with our number; Best of all, ha! some sure slumber. Ever ready for the rest, Right you are, the last is best, Something good to eat . . . no jest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |