MY muvver's ist the nicest one 'At ever lived wiz folks; She lets you have ze mostes' fun, An' laffs at all your jokes. I got a ol' maid auntie, too, The worst you ever saw; Her eyes ist bore you through and through, -- She ain't a bit like ma. She's ist as slim as slim can be, An' when you want to slide Down on ze balusters, w'y she Says 'at she's harrified. She ain't as nice as Uncle Ben, What says 'at little boys Won't never grow to be big men Unless they're fond of noise. But muvver's nicer zan 'em all, She calls you, "precious lamb," An' let's you roll your ten-pin ball, An' spreads your bread wiz jam. An' when you're bad, she ist looks sad, You fink she's goin' to cry; An' when she don't you're awful glad, An' den you're good, Oh, my! At night, she takes ze softest hand, An' lays it on your head, An' says "Be off to Sleepy-Land By way o' trundle-bed." So when you fink what muvver knows An' aunts an' uncle tan't, It skeers a feller; ist suppose His muvver 'd been a aunt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON VANITAS VANITATUM, FR. THE DEVIL'S CASE LAW by JOHN WEBSTER IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |