John Millington Synge
The Curse - Poem by John Millington Synge
[To a sister of an enemy of the author's who disapproved of `The Playboy']
Lord, confound this surly sister,
Blight her brow with blotch and blister,
Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,
In her guts a galling give her.
Let her live to earn her dinners
In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:
Lord, this judgment quickly bring,
And I'm your servant, J. M. Synge.
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