Fill us full of canned goods, Fill us full of ham, Fill us full of applesauce, Fill us full of jam; We await the Pickle Boat, On the dock we stand With our mouths awaterin', Pennies in our hand. When we heard the whistle blow, Down the stairs we ran; Phyllis eats 'most anything— Hurry, hurry, Man! Fill us with banana oil, Milk from out the can, Fill us full of chewin' gum, Take our pennies, Man; Give us sumthin' awful sweet For an achin' tooth; And for Dudley's stummik's sake One more Baby Ruth. Till our mothers pump us out, Who will ever know What gave us the stummik ache And made us holler so? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |