MISS Lucy was a charming child, She never said, "I won't"; If little Dick her playthings spoil'd, She said, "Pray, Dicky, don't." He took her waxen doll one day, And bang'd it round and round; Then tore its legs and arms away, And threw them on the ground. His good mamma was angry quite, And Lucy's tears ran down; But Dick went supperless that night, And since has better grown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |