She was so sweet, dat leetle girl Weeth sooch a preety golda curl Dat on her forehead always hang An' she's a gooda child; but—bang! Sometam when she ees getta mad Dat leetle girl ees vera bad! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING SONNET: 5 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS SHEPHERD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FOURTH ECLOGUE. TO MR. THOMAS MANWOOD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |