Just The Way Poem by Joseph Skipsey

Just The Way



WAS ever wretch in such a plight?
I scramble on I know not whither!
The witches are abroad to-night;
Some wicked one has led me hither!

'That's just like you, you'll have your cue,
And when hood-wink'd you kiss the ditches,
Your hair you tear! your Muse forswear!
And blame and ban the wicked witches!'

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,kiss
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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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