I can't understand why you pass up the toys
That Santa considered just right for small boys;
I can't understand why you turn up your nose
At dogs, hobby-horses, and treasures like those,
And play a whole hour, sometimes longer than that,
With a thing as prosaic as daddy's old hat.
The tables and shelves have been loaded for you
With volumes of pictures - they're pretty ones, too -
Of birds, beasts, and fishes, and old Mother Goose
Repines in a corner and feels like the deuce,
While you, on the floor, quite contentedly look
At page after page of the telephone book.
Taste
Ringgold Wilmer Lardner
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Poem topics: mother, sometimes, play, small, corner, pretty, book, floor, daddy, goose, hobby, understand, santa, Santa Clause, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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