Mabelle's Dungarees
Mabelle's dungarees
all dingy n'
dirty n'
grubby n'
n' threads stickin' out like foxgloves 'n a daisy field.
She wears 'em for climbin' trees
n' crawlin' for bullfrogs,
n' sloppy mud brawls
n' eatin' sloppy Joes
n' Sunday mornin' Church.
Dear God, says 'er momma
Just
toss
out
'dem
dregs!!
Nuh-ugh, Mabelle hollers
n' sticks 'er hands 'n 'er pockets
n' sticks 'er head up high
'Ain't neva gonna trade 'em for some pink ol' jumpers,
n' stay home bakin' cookies
like the girls
'stead of shootin' at birds with a slingshot.
by D. M., Brookline, MA
Mabelle's dungarees
all dingy n'
dirty n'
grubby n'
n' threads stickin' out like foxgloves 'n a daisy field.
She wears 'em for climbin' trees
n' crawlin' for bullfrogs,
n' sloppy mud brawls
n' eatin' sloppy Joes
n' Sunday mornin' Church.
Dear God, says 'er momma
Just
toss
out
'dem
dregs!!
Nuh-ugh, Mabelle hollers
n' sticks 'er hands 'n 'er pockets
n' sticks 'er head up high
'Ain't neva gonna trade 'em for some pink ol' jumpers,
n' stay home bakin' cookies
like the girls
'stead of shootin' at birds with a slingshot.
by D. M., Brookline, MA
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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