Edmund Vance Cooke

(1866-1932 / USA)

Edmund Vance Cooke Poems

1. A Courtin' Call 10/5/2010
2. The Intruder 10/5/2010
3. Rent 10/5/2010
4. Requiescat In Pace 10/5/2010
5. Civilized 10/5/2010
6. Poetry 10/5/2010
7. Kisses 10/5/2010
8. Don'T Take Your Troubles To Bed 10/5/2010
9. Laugh A Little Bit 10/5/2010
10. Moo Cow Moo 10/5/2010
11. How Did You Die? 10/5/2010
12. Rags 10/5/2010
Best Poem of Edmund Vance Cooke


We called him 'Rags.' He was just a cur,
But twice, on the Western Line,
That little old bunch of faithful fur
Had offered his life for mine.

And all that he got was bones and bread,
Or the leavings of soldier grub,
But he'd give his heart for a pat on the head,
Or a friendly tickle and rub

And Rags got home with the regiment,
And then, in the breaking away-
Well, whether they stole him, or whether he went,
I am not prepared to say.

But we mustered out, some to beer and gruel
And some to sherry and shad,
And I went back to the Sawbones ...

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