Bud’s Fairy-Tale (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
Poems about peeked (13 Poems)
Tugg Martin (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. Tugg Martin's tough.--No doubt o' that! And down there at The town he come from word's bin sent Advisin' this-here Settle-ment To kindo' _humor_ ...
The Courtin’ (James Russell Lowell Poems)
God makes sech nights, all white an' stillFur 'z you can look or listen,Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,All ...
High-Worthy Mister! (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, An' peeked in thru the winder,An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender.Agin' ...
Chickadee (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee!That was the song that he sang to me--Sangfrom his perch in the willow tree--Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee. My little ...
Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees. An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play In Aunty's room, while she ...
The Stepmother (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
First she come to our house, Tommy run and hid; And Emily and Bob and me We cried jus' like we did When Mother ...
Letter (Hosai Ozaki Poems)
The letter I'm writing lying down is peeked in at by a chickenBeing PoorBeing poor, with a row of potted ...
Little Nellie’s Pa (Alma Frances McCollum Poems)
OH! me and Nellie Barker live way down on William Street,- I'll bet you couldn't find another youngster half so ...
I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one ...
Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
My Bear (Robert William Service Poems)
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...