Here you will find thePoemDay's Endof poet Lesbia Harford
Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand, Huddled close, On the back of a tram, Having taken your dose. And you go Through the gray And the gold of the streets At the close of the day, Blind as moles. You are crude, You are sweet, little girls, And amazingly rude, But so fine To be gay. Gentle people are dull At the end of the day.
