I can't talk dog an' he can't talk man, Yit Rover an' me, we onderstan'; I wag my tongue an' he wags 'is tail, An' Love explains whar grammars fail. An' we ain't by ourselves in dat, in dat-- No, we ain't by ourselves in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Dog...
Poems - Post by : Andreaspauli - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1682
Dat Berkshire horg in de blue ribbon pen Come home wid de heavy-weight prize again; He looks mighty pompious in 'is stall, But he's on'y a fat horg, after all. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Prize-Winner...
Poems - Post by : chet21 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2830
De black sheep says, "Oh, what's de use To shun de mire an' de muddy sluice? For whether I walks for praise or blame, Dey'll call me 'black sheep,' jes de same!" An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Black Sheep...
Poems - Post by : Gobala_Krishnan - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1718
Br'er Gy-raffe don't make no pertense O' not seein' over 'is neighbor's fence, An' ef he'd listen close-t, I 'spec' He'd hear somebody say: "Rubber-neck!!!" But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Giraffe...
Poems - Post by : Jon_Yarbrough - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2918
Br'er Rain-crow sho kin prophesy, Caze he reads his wisdom f'om de page on high; His mind ain't clogged wid secon'-hand facts, But de moon an' de skies is his almanacs. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Rain-Crow...
Poems - Post by : danphillips - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2394
Br'er Eel got a mighty jewbious name, But maybe he ain't so much to blame; He couldn't squirm out ef he nuver ventured in, An' he resks his all when he resks his skin. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Eel...
Poems - Post by : forunme - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2853
Oh, I used to sing a song, An' dey said it was too long, So I cut it off de en' To accommodate a frien' Nex' do', nex' do'-- To accommodate a frien' nex' do'. But it made de matter wuss Dan it had been at de fus, 'Ca'ze de en' was gone, an' den Co'se it didn't have no en' Any mo',...
Poems - Post by : createit - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2604
Dat frizzledy chicken, he steps so spry, An' he totes 'is head so pompious high, Like as ef he tries, wharever he goes, To rise above dem rough-dried clo'es. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Frizzled Chicken...
Poems - Post by : serenity - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2199
De fig dat's "sweet enough to eat" Is sweet enough, but not too sweet; But de honey-lip fig in de blazin' light Is a battle-ground whar de varmints fight. An' it ain't by itself in dat, in dat-- An' it ain't by itself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Fig...
Poems - Post by : madril - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 3016
No matter how much she strive to 'spire, Sis' Nannie Goat's measured 'g'inst some'h'n' higher; "First cousin to a sheep" an' "de po' man's cow," Is hol'-down luck, come when, come how. An' she ain't by 'erself helt down like dat-- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Goat...
Poems - Post by : tylila - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1401
Dey say Sis' Ingine's fiercest scream Don't mean nothin' but lettin' off steam, But wid so much wrackage behin' 'er back, Seem like she say: "Git out o' my track!" An' she ain't by 'erself, old Mis, in dat-- No, she ain't by 'erself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Locomotive...
Poems - Post by : Warrior13 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2779
When Sis' Rose th'ows open her heart too proud, She blooms mighty brief in Beauty's crowd; 'Ca'ze the rains beat in an' de bees make free 'Tel de heart o' de rose is sad to see. An' you ain't by yo'self, Sis' Rose, in dat-- No, you ain't by yo'self in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Rose...
Poems - Post by : billywizz - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1242
Look out for Mister Bee in de punkin-flower! Plenty gallinippers in de grass! Mighty close tie 'twix' wings an' stings Better let de honey-bee pass! Z--Z--Z, Z, Z! Better let de honey-bee pass! White-face bumblebee--white folks' ways-- Never give a sassy answer back! But don't you trus' de black-face, no matter what he says! Give de nigger bumblebee de track!...
Poems - Post by : armandmorin - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1512
De gray squir'l lives a nachel life, Wid friends an' foes an' chillen an' wife; But whenever he gits his picture took, He snatches dat nut, to appear in de book. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Gray Squirrel...
Poems - Post by : meaghert - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1958
De thistle-stalk sends up a noble bloom Wid de shape of a flower an' de thought of a plume, But its prickle-y ways turn friendship down; So it stands all alone, in its velvet gown. An' it ain't by its lonesome self in dat-- No, it ain't by itself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Thistle...
Poems - Post by : Samoyedman - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 3068
Br'er Lightnin'-bug is a gay yo'ng spark, But he nuver is yit put out de dark; He shines for 'isself in 'is zigzag flight, An' he's middlin' sho he's de sou'ce of light. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- But he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Firefly...
Poems - Post by : tedbosworth - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 1350
Dem inkybator chickens dat's hatched by de clock, Wid a lamp for love, is lonesome stock; Dey feeds in droves, but dey envies de others Dat scratches for grubs wid any ol' mothers. An' dey ain't by deyselves, po' orphans, in dat-- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Incubator Chickens...
Poems - Post by : vatek1 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 2556
Br'er Bat flaps out in de gloomin' dark, An' even ef he's boun' for a harmless lark, He favors de devil an' he keeps sech hours Dat he seems in cahoot wid de evil powers. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Bat...
Poems - Post by : spankonator - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 3218
Dat little yaller pup 's got so many lickin's For pesterin' all de ducks an' chickens, Dat whenever he hears any barn-yard strife, He looks over his shoulder an' runs for 's life. But he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- No, he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Guilty Conscience...
Poems - Post by : henryk - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 995
De Hen-roost Man he'll preach about Paul, An' James an' John, an' Herod, an' all, But nuver a word about Peter, oh, no! He's afeard he'll hear dat rooster crow. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.(The end)Ruth McEnery Stuart's poem: Hen-Roost Man...
Poems - Post by : marcusfoo - Date : October 2011 - Author : Ruth Mcenery Stuart - Read : 3780