Clicky teethed and Eighty-Nine,
She hears the distant high - pitched whine
Of ratty kids in four-strong choirs
Who sing of Kings as she expires.
Wasn't wealthy, wasn't witty
Not too smart and not too pretty
But loved a man she wed at twenty
And he loved her, and that was plenty
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Clicky teethed and Eighty-Nine,
She hears the distant high - pitched whine
Of ratty kids in four-strong choirs
Who sing of Kings as she expires.
Wasn't wealthy, wasn't witty
Not too smart and not too pretty
But loved a man she wed at twenty
And he loved her, and that was plenty