ZELLA WHEELER! did I evah? Playing with yo' ole dolls; Well! Great, big gal, here, tall as mammy, Big a baby as Estelle! I'll tell daddy, Miss, this eb'nin', And he'll pleg yo' life out sho'; Great big gal, with beaux a-comin', Crawlin' 'round heah on the flo'! Sunday noon, gwine tell the EIder; Sunday night, I'm gwine tell Ed; Needn't come heah tryin' to hug me! You caint coax it out my head. Yo' ole mammy's not gwine keep it, Ed's gwine 'o hear it sho's you bo'n; Shame on you! An' Ed a co'ting, Playing dolls heah all the mo'n. Them's yo' dolls! Think I don't know them, When I bought them all myse'f? Needn't try, caint fool yo' mammy, Them's Estelle's tha on the shef. Gwine tell Ed, and gwine tell daddy, What's that noise! Who's that out tha'? Give me them dolls, Lawd, here's Eddie! Mussy sakes! Go bresh yo' ha' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |