I'M on'y thist a' idiot -- That's what folks calls a feller what Ain't got no mind Of any kind, Ner don't know nothin' he's forgot. -- I'm one o' @3them@1 -- But I know why The bees buzz @3this@1 way when they fly, -- 'Cause honey it gits on their wings. Ain't thumbs and fingers funny things? What's money? Hooh! it's thist a hole Punched in a round thing 'at won't roll 'Cause they's a string Poked through the thing And fastened round your neck -- that's all! Ef I could git my money off, I'd buy whole lots o' whoopin'-cough And give it to the boy next door Who died 'cause he ain't got no more. What is it when you die? @3I@1 know, -- You can't wake up ag'in, ner go To sleep no more -- Ner kick, ner snore, Ner lay and look and watch it snow; And when folks slaps and pinches you -- You don't keer nothin' @3what@1 they do. No honey on the @3angels'@1 wings! Ain't thumbs and fingers funny things? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT THE SHRINE by RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE BUSINESS GIRLS by JOHN BETJEMAN |