An Assortment of Short Poems
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by Gelett Burgess
My Feet they haul me ’round the House;
They hoist me up the Stairs;
I only have to steer them and
They ride me everywheres.
I’d never dare to walk across
A Bridge I could not see,
For quite afraid of falling off
I fear that I should be!
There is a Theory some deny,
That Lamp Posts once were three foot high,
And a Little Boy was terrible strong,
And he stretched ’em out to ’leven foot long!
I picked some Leaves from off a Tree,
And then I nearly Fainted:
For somehow it Astonished me
To find they’d All been Painted!
My House is made of Graham Bread,
Except the ceiling ’s made of White;
Of Angel Cake I make my Bed;
I eat my Pillow every night!
I’d rather have Fingers than Toes;
I’d rather have Ears than a Nose;
And as for my Hair,
I’m glad it’s all there,
I’ll be awfully sad when it goes!
— Gelett Burgess