Free verse № 136674
Tulip
The poor tulip boy has poor taste
that he loves his patch
and his trowel and spade
and his landlord, the dame,
that he sells to in the market
his red and yellow flames.
I am a poor tulip boy
with not a purse nor a name
made to grow tulips in clay
and sleep in my shoes
on a poor tulip boy wage
happy, to sell none today.
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that he loves his patch
and his trowel and spade
and his landlord, the dame
that he sells to in the market
his red and yellow flames.
I am a poor tulip boy
with not a purse nor a name,
made to grow tulips in clay
and sleep in my shoes
on a poor tulip boy wage,
happy to sell none today.
You're welcome. Nice.
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with not a purse or a name
with neither purse nor name (why so many articles?)
I like the dichotomy of him loving his plot, but being on a wage- puzzling.
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