| Stephen Collins Foster Poem - for 02/16/01: "Me Olde Pennsylvanier 'Ome" I woke up jest dis mornin' in me good ol' Penn State 'ome Down where all de cats are fat an' all dem woof dogs roam I woke up jest dis mornin' feelin' 'ungry as can be As I got right outta bed, some breakfast for to see Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry for me! I'm 'eadin' down to breakerfast, some sleep-drool on muh knee! Uh eat a bowl of oatmeal, down in de kitchern fair And uh eat a nice cheese danish wearin' me messy hair I stare about, confus-ed, as I wake up to de day And den find out I overslept, that's all I got to say Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry for me! I'm 'eadin' back to de back room wit' some oatmeal on me knee! I like to start de day off fine wit' a break or yaw And so, I spend some qual'ty time on de com-pu-tah I play about foh-uhwhile, about straight til noon When I'm more awakerned, which can be quite a boon Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry foh me! I'm walkin' to de kitchen wit' me keyboard on mah knee! Back again de second time, mah stoh-mack feels empty I haven't eatern in so long that I've become hungry It must have been an 'our since I last filled up with food And dus I eat a ton of stuff... I am one 'ungry dude Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry for me! I'm 'eadin' up de star-es wit' me luncheon in-side mee! I sit down in de comfy chair, in my habit'chall way I gettin' out me schoolbooks, jest like yesser'day I start out wid' some readin', I need to geddit done... Wit' all me workload in it, me bag mus' weigh a ton! Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry for me! I'm 'eadin' doun to subbar wit' 'Paper Lion' on mah knee! Aftah dinnah's ov-ah it's time to waste some time Wit' time to burn I burn it, I 'ope datsnotta criimb I think I'll take a break now, no work got done but hey! Before mah class will com-agin, I've got annudder day! Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry for me! I'm not nearly finirshed done but dat don't bodder me! (Muzic Messers Arahnd Foh A Whil') Now Ah feel all sleepy-like, I think I'll go to bed But first Ah'll right a nah-ville, that's been sittin' in mah 'ead Wit' dat done, right and proper-like, my rest I can take now Ah fall to bed an' den to sleep like a fast-flyin' cow! Oh Suzanner! Nau don'tch'all cry for me! I'm dreamin' psychadelic-like, me blanket on me knee! HOO! |
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