Classic Poem

AM ONODY, BY A V ICTIM

" My mother bids me bind my hair, "
And not go about such a figure;
It's a bother, of course, but what do I care?
I shall do as I please when I'm bigger.

" My lodging is on the cold, cold ground, "
As the first-floor and attic were taken.
I tried the garret but once, and found
That my wish for a change was mistaken.

" Ever of thee! " yes, " Ever of thee! "
They chatter more and more,
Till I groan aloud, " Oh! let me be!
I have heard it all before! "

" Please remember the organ, sir, "
What? hasn't he left me yet?
I promise, good man; for its tedious burr
I never can forget.