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Famous Pshaw Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Pshaw poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous pshaw poems. These examples illustrate what a famous pshaw poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...ookin' at de groun',
Nuffin nigh to hindah,
Mammy ain' erroun';
Wish 't she would n' mek me
Set down in dis chaih;
Pshaw, it would n't tek me
Long to git some aih.
So I jump down nimble
Ez a boy kin be,
Dough I 's all a-trimble
Feahed some one 'll see;
Bet in a half a minute
I fly out de do'
An' I 's knee-deep in it,
Dat dah blessed snow.
Den I hyeah a pattah
Come acrost de flo'.
Den dey comes a clattah
At de cabin do';
An' my mammy holler
Spoilin' all my ...Read more of this...



by Southey, Robert
...morning toil was done,
And trudge it homewards when the clock went one.
'Twas ere I turn'd a soldier and a sinner!
Pshaw! curse this whining--let us fall to dinner.


WILLIAM:

I too have loved this hour, nor yet forgot
Each joy domestic of my little cot.
For at this hour my wife with watchful care
Was wont each humbler dainty to prepare,
The keenest sauce by hunger was supplied
And my poor children prattled at my side.
Methinks I see the old oak table spread...Read more of this...

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...Suke—go long!
Guess Mirandy'll think I's tight,
Me not home an' comin' on night.
What 's dat stan'in' by de fence?
Pshaw! why don't I lu'n some sense?
Git up, Suke—go long!
Guess I spent down dah at Jinks'
Mos' a dollah fur de drinks.
Bless yo'r soul, you see dat star?
Lawd, but won't Mirandy rar?
[Pg 65]Git up, Suke—go long!
Went dis mo'nin', hyeah it 's night,
Dah 's de cabin dah in sight.
Who's dat stan'in' i...Read more of this...

by Smart, Christopher
.... 
All bellow'd out--"'Twas very sad! 
Sure never stuff was half so bad! 
That like a Pig!"--each cry'd in scoff, 
"Pshaw! Nonsense! Blockhead! Off! Off! Off!" 
The mimic was extoll'd, and Grouse 
Was hiss'd and catcall'd from the house.-- 
"Soft ye, a word before I go," 
Quoth honest Hodge--and stooping low 
Produc'd the Pig, and thus aloud 
Bespoke the stupid, partial crowd: 
"Behold, and learn from this poor creature, 
How much you Critics know of Nature."...Read more of this...

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