To bring Grandma a treat.”
“Did you like that gumdrop, Grandma?”
“Yes, my dear, ’twas very nice.”
“Ain’t it queer now, Towsey didn’t
’Cause he spitted it out twice.”
Teacher. “Dear me, Joshua, perhaps you’d better let me choose your next piece. Now, Etta, if you are ready, we’ll have your piece as the final recitation.”
Etta.
Once there was a little boy, whose name was Robert Reece,
And every Friday afternoon he had to speak a piece.
So many poems thus he learned, that soon he had a store