10-15-2010, 02:40 AM
based on "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer ( http://www.bartleby.com/104/119.html )
I don't think I shall ever be
A girl who folk'll pay to see.
Can't sing, can't dance, won't spread me legs,
So now I'm 'ere among the "dregs,"
Washin' dishes day 'n' night,
But maybe it'll be alright:
I've got me man, me cosy flat,
And me darlin' rescue cat.
Don't need no kids, can pay the rent,
Afford a long weekend in Kent.
So maybe I should shut me trap,
And take what God's put in me lap.
I don't think I shall ever be
A girl who folk'll pay to see.
Can't sing, can't dance, won't spread me legs,
So now I'm 'ere among the "dregs,"
Washin' dishes day 'n' night,
But maybe it'll be alright:
I've got me man, me cosy flat,
And me darlin' rescue cat.
Don't need no kids, can pay the rent,
Afford a long weekend in Kent.
So maybe I should shut me trap,
And take what God's put in me lap.


The original poem had this couplet: "And if I die before I wake/No crowds will mourn for me own sake." This was how the poem initially looked: