Signor, I gattin' old an' gray, But—Rosa keess me yestiday. Joos' yestiday, w'en I am stan' Right here by my peanutta stan', A granda lady, beeg an' fine, Weeth leeps joos' like Eetalia's wine, Ees com' in soocha fina car An' ask how mooch peanuttas are. Her hair so black, her han' so small I say, "You notta pay at all." An' she ees joomp from off da seat, An' keessa me—oh, my, so sweet! Not like da kees from child or wife, But deeferent, you bat my life! Signor, I gattin' old an' gray, But—Rose keess me yestiday! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING THE MESSAGE, FR. THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE by THOMAS HEYWOOD THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON GRIN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by LAURA F. ARMITAGE THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |