MOZZER bought a baby, 'Ittle bitsey sing; Sinks I mos' could put him Frou my yubber ying. Ain't he awful ugly? Ain't he awful pink? "Just come down from heaven" -- Yat's a fib, I sink. Doctor tol' anozzer Great big awful lie; Nose ain't out o' joint, zen, Yat ain't why I cry. Mamma stays up in bedroom -- Guess he makes her sick. Frow him in the gutter, Beat him wiz a stick. Cuddle him and love him! Call him "Blessed sing"! Don't care if my kite ain't Got a bit of string! Send me off with Bridget Every single day, -- "Be a good boy, Charley, Run away and play." Said "I ought to love him"! No, I won't! no zur! Nassy cryin' baby, Not got any hair. Got all my nice kisses, Got my place in bed, -- Mean to take my drumsticks And beat him on the head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |