A Song of Suffering
(addressed to a female ticket conductor at X station somewhere in the Eastern Counties)
Oh Women in *** of ease
Uncertain, coy and hard to please In war a patriot
True and warm you don a railway uniform
Demure, polite, serenely gay
You speed the traveler on his way
But oh next time my little friend
You clip the ticket I extend
Did I afright you with my yell
Please don’t clip my thumb as well it is by your
hand my angel, now that pain and
Anguish wrings my brow
FAI 1915
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