GOO'-BY, Jinks, I got to hump, Got to mek dis pony jump; See dat sun a-goin' down 'N' me a-foolin' hyeah in town! Git up, Suke -- go long! Guess Mirandy'll think I's tight, Me not home an' comin' on night. What 's dat stan'in' by de fence? Pshaw! why don't I lu'n some sense? Git up, Suke -- go long! Guess I spent down dah at Jinks' Mos' a dollah fur de drinks. Bless yo'r soul, you see dat star? Lawd, but won't Mirandy rar? Git up, Suke -- go long! Went dis mo'nin', hyeah it' s night, Dah 's de cabin dah in sight. Who 's dat stan'in' in de do'? Dat must be Mirandy, sho', Git up, Suke -- go long! Got de close-stick in huh han', Dat look funny, goodness lan', Sakes alibe, but she look glum! Hyeah, Mirandy, hyeah I come! Git up, Suke -- go long! Ef't had n't a' b'en fur you, you slow ole fool, I'd a' be'n home long fo' now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT 113 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN: RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL |