MOZZER bought a baby, 'Ittle bitsey sing; Sinks I mos' could put him Frou my yubber ying. Ain't he awful ugly? Ain't he awful pink? "Just come down from heaven" -- Yat's a fib, I sink. Doctor tol' anozzer Great big awful lie; Nose ain't out o' joint, zen, Yat ain't why I cry. Mamma stays up in bedroom -- Guess he makes her sick. Frow him in the gutter, Beat him wiz a stick. Cuddle him and love him! Call him "Blessed sing"! Don't care if my kite ain't Got a bit of string! Send me off with Bridget Every single day, -- "Be a good boy, Charley, Run away and play." Said "I ought to love him"! No, I won't! no zur! Nassy cryin' baby, Not got any hair. Got all my nice kisses, Got my place in bed, -- Mean to take my drumsticks And beat him on the head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON BETWEEN WAND AND WELT by MARGARET AHO GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO MOLIERE by NICOLAS BOILEAU-DESPREAUX THE BRIGS OF AYR by ROBERT BURNS A POET ENLISTS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. O TENDER HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |