PORE-FOLKS lives at Lonesomeville -- Lawzy! but they're pore Houses with no winders in, And hardly any door: Chimbly all tore down, and no Smoke in that at all -- Ist a stovepipe through a hole In the kitchen wall! Pump 'at's got no handle on; And no wood-shed -- And, @3wooh!@1 -- Mighty cold there, choppin' wood, Like pore-folks has to do! -- Winter-time, and snow and sleet Ist fairly fit to kill! -- Hope to goodness @3Santy Claus@1 Goes to Lonesomeville! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM SONG: 2 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE OLD BRIDGE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER MY WINTER ROSE by ALFRED AUSTIN |