Mainly, Ainley was a good boy
Plainly clothed but mannered well
Gravely, stared he o’er the table
Gave Leigh notes he did misspell
“Wherefore sayest thou this, Ainley?”
Prayed the girlchild, looking vainly
At the bairn across the table
Tearing up his lovelorn cable
Which he’d sent her from the war
Which he’d sent in fourty-four
In a time t’was not so certained
When his life was nearly curtained
Boy, was he now in a mess
Love unshared one shouldn’t confess
Torn up hearts can turn derangèd
Torn up love must be avengèd
Mainly, Ainley lives alone now
Plainly housed in grey abound
Gravely, stares he at the brickwork
Gave Leigh a bed in the ground
Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: Anton Jack-Off
Notes: none.
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