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The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Visitor

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187826The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar — The VisitorPaul Laurence Dunbar

THE VISITOR

Little lady at de do',
  W'y you stan' dey knockin'?
Nevah seen you ac' befo'
  In er way so shockin'.
    Don' you know de sin it is
    Fu' to git my temper riz
    Wen I 's got de rheumatiz
  An' my jints is lockin'?

No, ol' Miss ain't sont you down,
  Don' you tell no story;
I been seed you hangin' 'roun'
  Dis hyeah te'itory.
    You des come fu' me to tell
    You a tale, an' I ain'—well—
    Look hyeah, what is dat I smell?
  Steamin' victuals? Glory!

Come in, Missy, how you do?
  Come up by de fiah,
I was jokin', chile, wid you;
  Bring dat basket nighah.
    Huh uh, ain't dat lak ol' Miss,
    Sen'in' me a feas' lak dis?
    Rheumatiz cain't stop my bliss,
  Case I's feelin' spryah.

Chicken meat an' gravy, too,
  Hot an' still a-heatin';
Good ol' sweet pertater stew;
  Missy b'lieves in treatin'.
    Des set down, you blessed chile,
    Daddy got to t'ink a while,
    Den a story mek you smile
  Wen he git thoo eatin'.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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