THE old woman must stand At the tub, tub, tub, The dirty clothes To rub, rub, rub; But when they are clean, And fit to be seen, She'll dress like a lady, And dance on the green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |