Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.
T. A. Daly18711948Mia Carlotta
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He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
Good clo’es an’ good styla an’ playnta good cash.
Da peopla dey talka, “how nobby! how neat!
How softa da handa, how smalla da feet.”
An’ smila weeth teetha so shiny like pearls;
O! many da heart of da seelly young girls
He gotta.
Yes, playnta he gotta—
But notta
Carlotta!
An’ lika da steam engine puffa an’ sigh,
For catcha Carlotta w’en she ees go by.
An’ look through Giuseppe weeth far-away stare,
As eef she no see dere ees som’body dere.
He gotta da clo’es an’ da bigga mustache,
He gotta da seely young girls for da “mash,”
But notta—
You bat my life, notta—
Carlotta.
I gotta!