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Skinny Bruce he made that up. i tell you they is some prety good poits among the fellers. but any feller whitch gets poitry made up about him gets mad. Nov. 6. brite and fair. Ed Tole can spit further than enny feller in school. Nov. 7. Keene and Cele are sick in bed and coodent sing today in church. they have feerful headakes. docter Perry came in to see them. Nov. 8. brite and fair.
fat pork and beens thats what it meens that Beanys got the belyake from fat pork and beens. and then Beany he made up this poitry about me, Plupy Shute is meener than Pewt and he is a prety meen galoot.
Nov. 5. Brite and fair. i have been sick today. i gess i et two much spare rib. when i think of it it makes me sick. so i have been thinking over the poitry about the fellers. some of it is prety good. Ed Tole fell in a hole and coodent get out to save his sole i made that up. Plupy Shute is a dirty brute. and never will fite if they is a chance to scoot. Pewt he made that up.
The father turned round with an expression of such sincere pride that Godwin, for all his loathing, was obliged to smile. 'Jowey, jest sye a few verses of poitry; them as you learnt larst. 'E's good at poitry, is Jowey. The boy broke into fearsome recitation: 'The silly buckits on the deck That 'ed so long rem'ined, I dreamt as they was filled with jew, End when I awowk, it r'ined.
The uncandid man did not add that in the same apartment he was in the habit of being taken pretty sharply to task as to what had kept him out so late; but, after all, what had Mrs Gaff to do with that? The result was that the six cane chairs were ordered by Mrs Gaff, who remarked that she never read "poitry," but that that wouldn't matter much.
Aug. 30. brite and fair. i gess i wont try to stay out all nite agen. it aint enny fun. yesterday afternoon mother made me go to bed so i woodent be sleepy at nite and Beanys mother she did two. i coodent sleep and bimeby i got up and stuck my head out of the window and looked over to Beanys house and Beany he was looking out of his window and bimeby Potter and Cawcaw went by with their fish poles and you bet i wanted to go two, but i had to stay in my room. so Beany and i begun to holler acrost to each other and i made up this poitry about Beany,
"No," she still cried, shaking her black curls and shrinking. "She dursn't," said Geoffrey. "She niver durst do anything except recite poitry." "Dursn't jump off a gate, dursn't tweedle, dursn't go on a slide, dursn't stop a girl hittin' her. She can do nowt but go about thinkin' herself somebody. 'The Lady of the Lake. Yah!" cried Maurice. Miriam was crimson with shame and misery.
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