Brown eyes, <br />Straight nose; <br />Dirt pies, <br />Rumpled clothes; <br /> <br />Torn books, <br />Spoilt toys; <br />Arch looks, <br />Unlike a boy's; <br /> <br />Little rages, <br />Obvious arts; <br />(Three her age is,) <br />Cakes, tarts; <br /> <br />Falling down <br />Off chairs; <br />Breaking crown <br />Down stairs; <br /> <br />Catching flies <br />On the pane; <br />Deep sighs,-- <br />Cause not plain. <br /> <br />Bribing you <br />With kisses <br />For a few <br />Farthing blisses; <br /> <br />Wide awake, <br />As you hear, <br />"Mercy's sake, <br />Quiet, dear!" <br /> <br />New shoes, <br />New frock; <br />Vague views <br />Of what's o'clock <br /> <br />When it's time <br />To go to bed, <br />And scorn sublime <br />Of what is said; <br /> <br />Folded hands, <br />Saying prayers, <br />Understands <br />Not, nor cares; <br /> <br />Thinks it odd, <br />Smiles away; <br />Yet may God <br />Hear her pray! <br /> <br />Bedgown white, <br />Kiss Dolly; <br />Good-night!-- <br />That's Polly, <br /> <br />Fast asleep, <br />As you see; <br />Heaven keep <br />My girl for me!<br /><br />William Brighty Rands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polly/
