DEY was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot; De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot. Dey slurred each othah's colah an' dey called each othah names, W'ile de coal-oil can des gu-gled, po'in oil erpon de flames. De pot, hit called de skillet des a flat, disfiggered t'ing, An' de skillet 'plied dat all de pot could do was set an' sing, An' he 'lowed dat dey was 'lusions dat he wouldn't stoop to mek 'Case he reckernize his juty, an' he had too much at steak. Well, at dis de pot biled ovah, case his tempah gittin' highah, An' de skillet got to sputterin', den de fat was in de fiah. Mistah fiah lay daih smokin' an' a-t'inkin' to hisse'f, W'ile de peppah-box us nudgin' of de gingah on de she'f. Den dey all des lef' hit to 'im, 'bout de trouble an' de talk; An' howevah he decided, w'y dey bofe 'u'd walk de chalk; But de fiah uz so 'sgusted how dey quoil an' dey shout Dat he cooled 'em off, I reckon, w'en he puffed an' des went out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES: DIALOGUE 1 by ALEXANDER POPE SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR PHILLIS INAMOROTA by LANCELOT ANDREWES THE KNIGHTS: THE POET AND HIS RIVALS by ARISTOPHANES TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST |