Where am I going? Damn if I know. Now it's vacation time and so A feller doesn't know where to blow -- Uptown, downtown? Damn if I know. Where am I going? Hard to say, With classes clean out of your way. Mornings it's hard to get a date -- The big idea is sleeping late. Vacation's good for seeing plays, Both evenings and matinees. The Follies are the stuff for us; For Pete's sake, nothing serious. Where am I going? Guess I'll check Some of the dames I used to neck. A little petting now and then Is relished by the wisest men. I might try movies just for luck, Or crawl into the festive Tuck And tie ye bag upon ye nose And feed ye face where liquor flows. Where am I going? Damn if I know. Most anywhere that fellers go. It's funny, since the dope's to roam, My folks expect I'll stick at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOB. THE INSCRUTABLE MYSTERY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN AUGUST VOICE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 40 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. YORK MINISTER by EDWARD CARPENTER CRADLE SONG by FLORENCE EARLE COATES |