You great, big loafin' darky! A-whinin' like a whelp, While yo' neighbor's hay's a-spilin' 'Case he can't git any help! I want to tell yo', honey, De worl' won't treat you white If yo' wait to load yo' musket Till de possum is in sight. When yo' was a youngster, Isaac, Yo' wouldn't go to school, But played aroun' de barnyard Like a triflin', yearlin' mule. Yo' wouldn't work nor learn a trade, Now, when de day's half done, Yo'se a-huntin' for life's possum Wid a little empty gun. Quit yo' grumblin' 'bout yo' chances! Shed dat coat and grab dat fork! Even white folks should go hungry When dey git too good to work. Stuff a little amernishun In dat woolly head to-night— Bettah always do yo' loadin' 'Fore de possum is in sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NEW ENGLAND'S GROWTH by WILLIAM BRADFORD THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: AUTUMN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |