Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

I Can'T Abear - Poem by Walter de la Mare

I can't abear a butcher,
I can't abide his meat,
The ugliest shop of all is his,
The ugliest in the street;
Bakers' are warm, cobblers' dark
Chemists' burn watery lights;
But oh, the sawdust butchers shop
That ugliest of sights.


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  • Susan Williams (12/24/2015 8:21:00 PM)


    It is an ugly business- yet we still eat our bacon and we still eat our pork chops. It is hard to rationalize our violent ways with a delicious turkey or yummy steak staring at us face to face (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010



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