'Come unto me all ye
that are laden with grief,
for I shall give you
a good rule,' said one.
'Come unto me all ye
that are dulled by dry skin
for I shall give you
a good cream that will
keep you soft and fresh
all day,' said another.
Beneath the drowsy lamp-post
stood a lone girl
that cared not for the good rule
nor for the good cream.
In her tattered frock
she looked for one
who could buy her
for some pelf.
No comments:
Post a Comment