Betty Smith Foley
First poem from 'Wood Pile Poems' by Betty Smith Foley Published by Dorrance & Company 1938
Throughout these poems I have tried faithfully to reproduce various phases of the life of the old-time Southern negro-his awe of the supernatural, love of grand display, his genuine delight in the simple joys of life, his loyalty, service and devotion to his 'white folks, ' ... more »
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Mammy's Sugar Plum
You, Alexander Rafferty!
You's Mammy's little scum!
Ain't gone ter sleep-jes' lyin dar
Er-suckin' on yo' thum'!
Yo' Mammy's got yo' dinner cooked,
An yo sha'n't hab er crum',
Fur jes' es soon's my back is turn't
You 'gins ter suck yo' thum'.
Whut make you hongry all de time?
Can't wait 'tel Mammy come,
But has ter double up yo' fis'
An' suck on dat ar thum'!
You, open up yo' mouf-leggo-
No use ter look so grum!
Jes' look er dar how shriveled up
You's got yo' little thum'!
An' bress my Soul! I sees er ...