Unkel Eb is now a speedin' He's bought himself a car, His horn is loudly tootin' As he rides neer and far. He don't do eny milkin', Aunt Mi sits by his side— No mendin' and no cookin' Sence she has learnt ter ride. They eat along the rodeside Hot dogs and ginger pop Fer when they get a goin' They hesertate ter stop. His barn is now a gerage, His kids sell ile and gas, His cabin is a hotel Wher weery peeple pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PET NAME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |