Saturday, February 1

Poem

A Maid's Song:
In the time of knights and chivalry,
   My dress would fit in perfectly.
In the dust and dirt of my gran's attic,
   My hat can sit and get many-a tick.
I have no proper clothes to cover me,
   I have no proper shoes as you can see,
So take me in,
   And with a grin,
I'll do your dishes,
   And cook your fishes.

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