i walked the boulevard

by E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

i walked the boulevard
i saw a dirty child
skating on noisy wheels of joy
pathetic dress fluttering
behind her a mothermonster
with red grumbling face
cluttered in pursuit
pleasantly elephantine
while nearby the father
a thick cheerful man
with majestic bulbous lips
and forlorn piggish hands
joked to a girlish whore
with busy rhythmic mouth
and sily purple eyelids
of how she was with child

Last updated January 14, 2019