Living
The Old Tramp
From Riley Child-Rhymes (1905)
Living
A Old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst,
An' The Raggedy Man he caught
An' roust him up, an' chased him off
Clean out through our back lot!
An' th' Old Tramp hollered back an' said,--
"You're a purty man!--You air!--
With a pair o' eyes like two fried eggs,
An' a nose like a Bartlutt pear!"
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MLA
Riley, James Whitcomb. “The Old Tramp.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/riley/12/.
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Riley, James Whitcomb. “The Old Tramp.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/riley/12/.
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