MY Mamma is a mean old sing, An' toss as she tan be; I'm doeing to pack my doll trunt, An' doe to Ga'n'ma Lee. My Mamma baked a dinger tate, Den panked me shameful hard, Dust 'tause I stuck my finder in, An' filled de holes wiz lard. If I was down to G'an'ma Lee, She'd say "Ionie, shame!" And fen I'ud tommence to ky, She'd call me pitty names. But Mamma, fus, she slapped my ear, Den jerked me fum de chair, And panked and flung me on de lounge, An said, "You dus' lay dere!" I'm doein' to tell my Papa, too, Fen he tum home tonight, He'll take me back to g'an'ma, An' out of Mamma's sight. An' fen she det so lonesome, Like she did las' week, an' kied, I won't yon out an' tiss her, I'm doeing way, an' hide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |