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قراءة كتاب Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
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اللغة: English
Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
الصفحة رقم: 4
wished you'd bring an apple every day
And I could have the cores you'd throw away.
X.
| I wish, when you was through your work some night And goin' home alone, and had your pay Stuck in your stockin'—what you drew that day— A robber'd come along with all his might And you'd be nearly scared to death, and right There in the street you'd almost faint and say: "Good robber, please don't hurt me—go away!" And as he grabbed you then I'd come in sight. I wish I'd be as strong as two or three Big giants then, and when I handed one Out to him he'd be through, all in, and done, And then you'd look and see that it was me, And, thinkin' of the great escape you had, You'd snuggle in my arms and just be glad. |
XI.
| Her brother come this morning with a note What said that she was home and sick in bed; She's got an awful bad cold in her head— They think it might run into the sore throat, And oh, what if she'd not come back again, And they would get some other girl instead Of her to typewrite here, and she'd be dead? I wouldn't care no more for nothin' then. I wish I was the doctor that they'd get, And when I'd take her pulse I'd hold her hand And say "Poor little girl!" to her, and set Beside the bed awhile and kind of let My arm go 'round her, slow and careful, and Say, "Now put out your tongue a little, pet." |
XII.
| She's back to work again; I'm awful glad; When she was sick it seemed to me as though The clocks all got to goin' kind of slow, And every key she pounds looked kind of sad. It's tough to have to hear her coughin' so— I wish that I could take her cold and she Would know I took it, and not have to blow Her nose no more, and be as well as me. She takes some kind of cough stuff in a spoon, I seen her lickin' it this morning when She took a dose and put it down again, And when the rest went out awhile at noon I got her spoon and licked it, and it seemed As though it all was something nice I dreamed. |
XIII.
| Last night I dreamed about her in my sleep; I thought that her and me had went away Out on some hill where birds |