'Why did the lady in the lift
Slap that poor parson's face?'
Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed,
Of clerical disgrace.
Said Sonny Boy: 'Alas, I know.
My conscience doth accuse me;
The lady stood upon my toe,
Yet did not say-”Excuse me!”
'She hurt-and in that crowd confined
I scarcely could endure it;
So when I pinched her fat behind
She thought-it was the Curate.'
Willie
Robert Service
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Poem topics: mother, poor, face, excuse, endure, thought, crowd, conscience, lady, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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