MISS Agnes had two or three dolls, and a box To hold all her bonnets and tippets and frocks; In a red leather thread-case that snapp'd when it shut, She had needles to sew with and scissors to cut; But Agnes lik'd better to play with rude boys, Than work with her needle, or play with her toys. Young ladies should always appear neat and clean, Yet Agnes was seldom dress'd fit to be seen. I saw her one morning attempting to throw A very large stone, when it fell on her toe: The boys who were present, and saw what was done, Set up a loud laugh, and they call'd it fine fun. But I took her home, and the doctor soon came, And Agnes, I fear, will a long time be lame; And from morning till night she laments very much, That now when she walks she must lean on a crutch; And she told her dear father, a thousand times o'er, That she never will play with rude boys any more | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE |