GAS MANTLES
Bane o' me young life.
"Go te shop fer mantles."
Three in a box, rownd white gauze,
Breks at slightest puff.
When the'rt broken, the' wont leet proper
And then I've 'ad it.
Fer
When one's broken ont way 'ome,
I get a clout o'er 'ead.
'N' when one's broken in puttin' ont leet.
I get strap o'er back.
When one's broken 'n' it's dropped,
I get cat-o'-nine tails.
Gingerly I treat them things
They're tide o' death to me.
I 'old me breathe 'n' pray 'n' pray
In 'andlin' mantles three.
~ Annemarie 1968 © ~
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