WHAT'S that? Yuh wanta see me scrap? Yuh say Yuh want to watch me while I win me fight? And I'm your "great big caveman," and you think I'm a sure winner for to-morrow night? Babe, you're a wonder—and, I tell yuh true, I wish the crowd thought just the same as you! But I'd as soon yuh stayed away. Yuh see, I want sole rights to see them lovely lamps, An' I don't want to have yuh waste one look, Even one look, upon that gang of tramps! Baby, yuh don't know of the yeggs an' dopes That hang around a fight-arena's ropes! Then, too, I'm likely to get hit, an' then Your lovin' little heart would surely break, To see me battered, bleedin', lookin' like Some guy had trimmed me features with a rake! What's that? You think a wallop on me brow Might make me look three times as good as now? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY - 1918 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS GHOSTS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES METABOAH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION by ROBERT BURNS |