The Spinster Aunts Of Crookes
The Spinster Aunts of Crookes
They felt sorry for us
With their hands red and chapped
Rings squeezed on their finger
Swallowed, forever trapped
Pitying quiet homes
From their sinks full of pots
A chain of wailing mouths
From damp and stinking cots
They laughed gently at us
From their ten foot kitchen
Fifteen hours every day
To live out their lives in
We turned the other cheek
Spent our money on flowers
You gave your lives away
All that we had was ours
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