The espalier | Project Gutenberg

BLUE EYES

Barbara Cushion

Weeps in the lane,

And vows she will never

Go brambling again.

Down her fat face

Fat teardrops run,

And splash on her bosom,

One by one;

With sobs and cries

She shakes like a shape—

What is the matter,

Is it a rape?

Oh no! It’s her feelings,

Poor girl, that smart;

And Jem’s unkindness

Has broken her heart.

For months she has had

A mind to Jem,

So when she set out

She smiled at him;

Down the green lane

She watched him come—

But all he did

Was to pinch her bum.