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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Searcy Foote</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wanted to go away to college<br>But rich Aunt Persis wouldn't help me.<br>So I made gardens and raked the lawns<br>And bought John Alden's books with my earnings<br>And toiled for the very means of life.<br>I wanted to marry Delia Prickett,<br>But how could I do it with what I earned?<br>And there was Aunt Persis more than seventy,<br>Who sat in a wheel-chair half alive,<br>With her throat so paralyzed, when she swallowed<br>The soup ran out of her mouth like a duck --<br>A gourmand yet, investing her income<br>In mortgages, fretting all the time<br>About her notes and rents and papers.<br>That day I was sawing wood for her,<br>And reading Proudhon in between.<br>I went in the house for a drink of water,<br>And there she sat asleep in her chair,<br>And Proudhon lying on the table,<br>And a bottle of chloroform on the book,<br>She used sometimes for an aching tooth!<br>I poured the chloroform on a handkerchief<br>And held it to her nose till she died. --<br>Oh Delia, Delia, you and Proudhon<br>Steadied my hand, and the coroner<br>Said she died of heart failure.<br>I married Delia and got the money --<br>A joke on you, Spoon River?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>