My Uncle’s Favorite Poem
MIA
CARLOTTA
T. A. Daly
GIUSEPPE, da barber, ees
greata for "mash,"
He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
Good clo'es an' good styla an'
playnta good cash.
W'enevra Giuseppe ees walk on
da street,
Da peopla dey talka, "how
nobby! how neat!
How softa da handa, how smalla
da feet."
He raisa hees hat an' he shaka
hees curls,
An' smila weeth teetha so
shiny like pearls;
O! many da heart of da seelly
young girls
He gotta.
Yes, playnta he gotta—
But notta
Carlotta!
Giuseppe, da barber, he maka
da eye,
An' lika da steam engine puffa
an' sigh,
For catcha Carlotta w'en she
ees go by.
Carlotta she walka weeth nose
in da air,
An' look through Giuseppe
weeth far-away stare,
As eef she no see dere ees
som'body dere.
Giuseppe, da barber, he gotta
da cash,
He gotta da clo'es an' da
bigga mustache,
He gotta da seely young girls
for da "mash,"
But notta—
You bat my life, notta—
Carlotta.
I gotta!