The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. Skills mastered- - Track changes - Inserting new comment - Reviewing a poem - Convert to PDF and JPEG |
For this assignment, we had to paraphrase words, so we can put the poem into a personal tone to get a better understanding of it.
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