Here and now colloqually [sic] the hammer I give to all these ladies and their glamour - The baker's daughter - did I love her? Her figure like a turn-over She had a thousand pounds or two - But Shakespeare put her with the rue. The lunchtime lady that I meet At one oclock [sic] on Grafton Street Must take this rhyme from me in lieu Of rosemary, thyme or rue No screw is rattling in my heart As I from Jo and Joan now part The girl in brown with the girl in blue Have left with me no lovely rue. And many another dame unused To the mind of a writer smiled, bemused Never knowing how ungentle How brutal and elemental
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