George Orwell

(1903 - 1950)

Ironic Poem About Prostitution - Poem by George Orwell

When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
As lovely as the day.

Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,
Her teeth were ivory;
I said, 'for twenty silver pieces,
Maiden, sleep with me'.

She looked at me, so pure, so sad,
The loveliest thing alive,
And in her lisping, virgin voice,
Stood out for twenty-five.

Topic(s) of this poem: irony

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  • Vincent Bayer (2/2/2016 11:08:00 AM)

    the story of many a young sailor! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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