AS she stirred her coffee at dinner in our house, Aunt Miranda remarked that it wasn't strong enough but she would take a third cup anyway; Also the cake had too much vanilla but she would take a third piece; Whereupon I went out in the garden and threw stones at the hens. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG |