LITTLE Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |