What's the matter with you- ain't I always been your friend? <br />Ain't I been a pardner to you? All my pennies don't I spend <br />In gettin' nice things for you? Don't I give you lots of cake? <br />Say, stummick, what's the matter, that you had to go an' ache? <br /> <br />Why, I loaded you with good things yesterday, I gave you more <br />Potatoes, squash an' turkey than you'd ever had before. <br />I gave you nuts an' candy, pumpkin pie an' chocolate cake, <br />An' las' night when I got to bed you had to go an' ache. <br /> <br />Say, what's the matter with you- ain't you satisfied at all? <br />I gave you all you wanted, you was hard jes' like a ball, <br />An' you couldn't hold another bit of puddin', yet las' night <br />You ached mos' awful, stummick; that ain't treatin' me jes' right. <br /> <br />I've been a friend to you, I have, why ain't you a friend o' mine? <br />They gave me castor oil last night because you made me whine. <br />I'm awful sick this mornin' an' I'm feelin' mighty blue, <br />'Cause you don't appreciate the things I do for you.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boy-and-his-stomach/
