The strike's done.
The men won.
The ships sail the sea
To bring back
What we lack,
Coal, sugar, tea.
And I'm glad,
Though I had
Rather never use
Tea and spice
And what's nice
Than see the men lose.

(C) Lesbia Harford
03/31/2017


Best Poems of Lesbia Harford

• Grotesque
• In The Public Library
• A Meaning Learnt
• A Strike Rhyme
• I Was Sad
• Why Does She Put Me To Many Indignities
• Inventory
• A Deity
• I Hate Work So
• Sometimes I Wish That I Were Helen-fair
• If I Had Six White Horses
• A Blouse Machinist
• Martha
• Street Music
• Emmie, Emmie Adams
• Machinist Talking
• He Has A Fairy Wife
• I Have To Make A Soul For One
• Body And Soul