Poetry of Kansas

I Would Not Be A Boy Again

I would not be a boy again,
      Upon my mother's knee,
When her old slipper fell like rain
      On parts I could not see
Nor was it any easy thing
      To face a father's wrath,
And hear a switch in high C sing
      Out by the garden path.
I would not be a boy again,
      And eating apples green
And groan all night with might and main,
      With aches about the spleen;
The bitter potions, nauseous pills
      I was compelled to take
With sickening taste my mouth still fills,
      When from youth's dreams I wake.
I would not be a boy again,
      And told to stop my noise
To listen, not be heard, 'twas plain,
      Was just the thing for boys.
A big drum major I would be,
      With flashy uniform,
In the front rank where all could see
      While ladies round me swarm.
I would not be a boy again,
      And pulled for little steals,
Which gave my conscience much less pain
      Than bruises on my heels.
I much prefer to be a man

      And make my hoard of wealth
Upon the Rockefeller plan
      By legal ways of stealth.
I would not be a boy again,
      No, no, my friend, not I.
I dreamed of castles once In Spain
      The dream turned out a lie.
I've had my surfeit long ago,
      Of all such things as these
Now I am in the bald-head row
      And want to take my ease.

__J. M. Cavaness.

Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
Page 33

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