Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound, They trail behind her up the floor, And trundle after through the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY: THE HYMN by JOHN MILTON THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD OUR HERITAGE by ISIDORE G. ASCHER HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |