TAKE a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf, All shaky, and ga'nted, and pore -- Jes' all so knocked out he can't handle hisself With a stiff upper-lip any more; Shet him up all alone in the gloom of a room As dark as the tomb, and as grim, And then take and send him some roses in bloom, And you can have fun out o' him! You've ketched him 'fore now -- when his liver was sound And his appetite notched like a saw -- A-mockin' you, maybe, fer romancin' round With a big posy-bunch in yer paw; But you ketch him, say, when his health is away, And he's flat on his back in distress, And @3then@1 you kin trot out yer little bokay And not be insulted, I guess! You see, it's like this, what his weaknesses is, -- Them flowers makes him think of the days Of his innocent youth, and that mother o' his, And the roses that @3she@1 us't to raise: -- So here, all alone with the roses you send -- Bein' sick and all trimbly and faint, -- My eyes is -- my eyes is -- my eyes is -- old friend -- Is a-leakin' -- I'm blamed ef they ain't! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |