I never hearn such poetry to get a person's expectances all worked up, and then go back on 'em.

But if you could of told what it was all about, you wouldn't of minded that so much.

Not that you can tell what most poetry is about, but you don't care so long as it keeps hopping along lively.

What you want in poetry to make her sound good, according to my way of thinking, is to make her jump lively, and then stop with a bang on the rhymes.

But Daddy Withers was so independent-like he would jest natcherally try to force two words to rhyme whether the Lord made 'em fur mates or not--like as if you would try to make a couple of kids kiss and make up by bumping their heads together.