TWO POCKETS
There are two bulging pockets that I have in mind.
Just listen and see if the owners you'll find.
In one—it's quite shocking—there's a round wad of gum,
A china doll's head and a half finished sum,
A thimble, a handkerchief—sticky, I fear—
A dolly's blue cap and some jackstones are here.
In the other are marbles and fishhooks and strings,
Some round shiny stones and a red top that sings,
A few apple cores and a tin full of bait,
A big black jack-knife in a sad bladeless state.
And now I wonder how many can guess
Which pocket Bob owns and which one does Bess?
REBECCA DEMING MOORE.