ALLA time you say, "Why don't you marry?" Now, I gona speaka plain to you: I won't nevva marry; no, sir, nevva! For eet ees not healthy theeng to do. How I know? Signor, eet's verra seemple. I been single fallow all my life, An' so long I'm strong an' wal an' happy W'ata for I bother weeth a wife? I ain't mak' so moocha playnta money, Steell I gotta 'nough for all I need, An' I don'ta want no woman bossa Keeckin' at mos' evra theeng I deed. Eh? You theenk som' time I weesh be married? Sure! jus' once dat weesh ees com' to me. Lasta month I gat som' kinda fever, An' I am so seeck as I can be. Eet ees pretta tough for single fallow W'en he's feelin' verra seeck een bed, An' he would be glad eef som' good woman Lay her softa hand upon hees head. My! I felt so bad, signor, I tal you -- Eet's da truth I speak, you bat my life! -- Eef mos' anny woman com' an' ask me I would tak' her den for be my wife! Wat? O! no, I'm stronga now an' better -- Eh? I am su'prise' you cannot see; Only w'en I'm seeck I theenk for marry, So eet ees not healthy thing for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE ANNOYER by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |