Iris and Blanche,
retired West end Usherettes,
Joint treasurers to the benevolent society,
their own Christmas story flickers ,
fearing poverty, melted candles
for 6d - they buy the job lot,
worn, threadbare carpets cover the hallway.
Seemingly unmoved, they try to forget
this turn of fortune.
Upheaval is now the perpetual downturn.
They’ve availed themselves to
missing out on life's gravy train,
and been met with gas light frugality.
The sunken mattress tumbles across the wooden floor,
casting shadows over,
yesterday's hubris.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Iris and Blanche,
retired West end Usherettes,
Joint treasurers to the benevolent society,
their own Christmas story flickers ,
fearing poverty, melted candles
for 6d - they buy the job lot,
worn, threadbare carpets cover the hallway.
Seemingly unmoved, they try to forget
this turn of fortune.
Upheaval is now the perpetual downturn.
They’ve availed themselves to
missing out on life's gravy train,
and been met with gas light frugality.
The sunken mattress tumbles across the wooden floor,
casting shadows over,
yesterday's hubris.
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