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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