WE'VE had a social squabble down to Pohick on the crick. It's goin' to smash the town, unless it's settled purty quick. It were an ice cream festival as started all the strife, 'T was Mrs. Jabez Jopples who exclaimed, "To save my life I can't see how it was that Sallie Swoggins come to be Picked out to have the ice cream helped to her ahead o' me, When everybody livin' in the county shorely knows That we could buy and sell the Swoggins family, if we chose!" Now, Jabez and Sam Swoggins has been friends for many a year; An' they're cut up 'bout this quarrel; but they're skeered to interfere. An' all the other women folks are started — that's the wust! Whenever there's a party each one wants her victuals first. An' the men folks, they are gettin' so uneasy 'bout the fray They dassn't stop a minute, jes' to pass the time o' day. This "social precedence" has got us worried till we're sick, An' there ain't no joy in livin' up to Pohick on the crick. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |