#AmericanWriters
Said the little boy, ‘Sometimes I… Said the old man, ‘I do that too.… The little boy whispered, ‘I wet… ‘I do that too,’ laughed the littl… Said the little boy, ‘I often cry…
I have nothing to put in my stew,… Not a bone or a bean or a black-ey… So I’ll just climb in the pot to… If I can make a stew out of me. I’ll put in some pepper and salt a…
No– I did not take a nap – The nap– took– me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads
Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies
Walk into a restaurant with chicke… Look at the menu I want roastbeaf… A waitress comes up I order baked… Oh when she brings it I want ham’… Because my mind keeps a movin’ bou…
I’ll swing By my ankles, She’ll cling To your knees As you hang
There’s an eyeball in the gumbal… Right there between the red and th… Lookin’ at me as if to say, 'You don’t need anymore gum to…
Well on a Monday I’ll be slingin’… And on a Wednesday I might be ten… Thursday I’ll be the guy who park… On a Friday I might be teachin’ s… I got a whole lotta talents in dem…
I’ll tell you the story of Cloony… Who worked in a circus that came t… His shoes were too big and his hat… But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t fu… He had a trombone to play loud sil…
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
(Okay now years ago I wrote a son… And everything except then I star… It is unfair I am looking at the… And as I get more older and more… I begin to look at things from an…
I know you little, I love you lot… my love for you could fill ten pot… fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.
He’ll be comin’ down the road at t… His head thrown back and his guns… He’s comin’ after Jinny wants to… Oh he boasted in town but she love… He said anyone try to stop him wou…
Well I’ve told you someday I’d ha… And you would see me grinnin’ from… Look in my pocket this ain’t gabba… Oh oh someday’s here And I told you someday I’ll come…
Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitte… I think she’s a little bit crazy. She thinks a baby-sitter’s suppose… To sit upon the baby.