Ma
says we can’t buy this an’ that
We are so plaguey poor;
No
use, she says, to imitate
The neighbors live next door.
She
says that pa has never earnt
But small pay all his days;
She
says he thinks that pretty soon
He’s goin’ to get a raise.
Ma
says the time is comin’ when
We’ll have our proper sphere;
That
we won’t always have to live
Like we are livin’ here.
Ma
says there’s goin’ to be a change,
That we are goin’ to phase
The
neighbors who’ve been stingin’ us,
When
father gets a raise.
Ma
says we’ll have some better clothes
First thing, and then she’ll get
Some
real lace curtains, after which
A red plush parlor set.
She
says she’s never had her rights
In all her married days;
That
she will just begin to live,
When father gets his raise.
She’s
goin’ to get some hats and puffs,
And wear a pongee coat;
And
have a string of beads hang down,
And twice around the throat.
An’
sister’s goin’ to learn to play –
“O, we will just amaze
The
hull blame neighborhood,” says Ma,
“When father gets a raise.”
But
father, he is cooler’n ma,
He don’t run on at all;
He
smokes away an’ tips his chair
Ag’inst the kitchen wall.
One
night when ma was runnin’ on
Pa says, with peerless gaze,
“I
wonder what they’d be fur me,
Suppose
I got a raise?”
Aug
3, ‘09
pongee - 1. silk of a slightly uneven weave made fromfilaments of wild silk woven in natural tan color.
2. a cotton or rayon fabric imitating it. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pongee
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