'LISH, you rickollect that-air Dad-burn skittish old bay mare Was no livin' with! -- 'at skeerd 'T ever'thing she seed er heerd! -- Th'owed 'Ves' Anders, and th'owed Pap, First he straddled her -- @3k-slap!@1 -- And Izory -- well! -- th'owed @3her@1 Hain't no tellin' jest how fur! -- Broke her collar-bone -- and might Jes 'a' kilt the gyrl outright! Course I'd heerd 'em make their boast She th'ow any feller, 'most, Ever topped her! S' I, "I know @3One@1 man 'at she'll never th'ow!" So I rid her in to mill, And, jest comin' round the hill, Met a @3traction-engine!@1 -- Ort Jest 'a' heerd that old mare snort, And lay back her yeers, and see Her a-tryin' to th'ow @3me!@1 Course I never said a word, But thinks I, "My ladybird, You'll git cuored, right here and now, Of yer dy-does anyhow!" So I stuck her -- tel she'd jest Done her very level best; Then I slides off -- strips the lines Over her fool-head, and finds Me a little saplin'-gad, 'Side the road: -- And there we had Our own fun! -- jest wore her out! Mounted her, and faced about, And jest made her @3nose@1 that-air Little traction-engine there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY |