DERE was an old nigger, and him name was Uncle Tom,
And him tale was rather slow;
Me try to read de whole, but me only read some,
Because me found it no go.
Den hang up de auther Mrs. Stowe,
And kick de volume wid your toe-
And dere's no more public for poor Uncle Tom,
He am gone whar de trunk-lining go.
Him tale dribbles on and on widout a break,
Till you hab no eyes for to see;
When I reached Chapter 4 I had got a headache,
So I had to let Chapter 4 be.
Den hang up, etc.
De demand one fine morning for Uncle Tom died,
De tears down Mrs. Stowe's face ran like rain;
For she knew berry well, now dey'd laid him on de shelf,
Dat she'd neber get a publisher again.
Den hang up, etc.
Parody Of -uncle Nedâ?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: poor, rain, face, morning, public, slow, demand, break, I love you, I miss you, uncle, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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