To Miss Ugly-Mug. Poem by William Baron

To Miss Ugly-Mug.

Theaw thinks theaw'rt hon'some - doesno' theaw ?
But tek my word theaw'rt reet deawn feaw;
No sign o' beauty con one trace,
I'th' region o' thi freckled face;
An' as for figure - well, aw'll vow
Theaw'rt like a walkin' barber's pow.

Who co's thee nice, aw'd like to know?
Thi yure's o false - thi teeth an' o;
Thi een are lookin' deawn thi back,
An' if theaw laffs, thi cheeks'll crack;
Sooa do be careful - folks 'ud faint
If they'd to see 'em witheawt paint.

Theaw's one ear north, an't' other seawth,
An' like a coalpit is thi meawth ;
Theaw'rt far too sweet on earth to stay,
Let someb'dy shoot tha reet away ;
For aw feel sure ther connot be
Another hawf so feaw as thee.

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