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Arthur Guiterman


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You see, we three,
Fred, Joe, and me,
     Is chums.
When I "hullo!"
To Fred and Joe
     They comes.

'Most every day
We go and play
     Somewheres.
If I've a bun
And they has none,
     We shares.

We all can slide;
And Fred can ride
     And swim,
And make a kite!
I think a sight
     Of him.

And Joey, too;--
He helps us do
     Our sums;
Because, you see,
Joe, Fred, and me
     Is chums.



This poem is in the public domain.

 

 


Arthur Guiterman (1871 - 1943) was an editor, book reviewer, and poet. Born in Vienna, Austria, to American parents, he was a small man who talked fast and was well-liked. Co-founder of the Poetry Society of America, he was best known for his humorous poems and his entertaining, rhyming book reviews. Arthur published more than a dozen books and his poems appeared in major magazines such as Life and The New Yorker on a regular basis.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Jean Colonomos:
chums make life not glums.
Posted 03/11/2020 10:47 AM
paradea:
Oh, to have a friend for life, or even for a minute!!!This is so sweet. I'll read it aloud to my grandchildren!!
Posted 03/11/2020 09:00 AM
mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Lovely and fun. Randy
Posted 03/11/2020 06:57 AM


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