On the French doors of the parlor is a great big curtain, Someone's back there peeping, I've a strong hunch who; I think it's Little Brother and I'm darn near certain. (Billy's nearly certain, too.) We looked behind the curtain but the worm skedaddled. Little Brothers never wait to get what's due. If ever I catch him he'll be blame well paddled. (Billy's going to fan him, too.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DRINKING SONG (4) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE SIC SEMPER INSURANTIBUS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE DEBT UNPAYABLE by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU; SAVIOUR OF SOCIETY by ROBERT BROWNING |