Another Old Poem

One evening in winter we walked in the snow

It seemed so romantic, but wouldn't you know,

The next day I found her confined to her bed,

With rheumatic fever and cold in the head.

 

A fortnight she lay on the threshold of death

Her body ablaze in the battle for breath,

And though she recovered for me it was worse

For once she was well she ran off with her nurse.

 

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 1st May 2025 09:24

There she was, gone!
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John Coopey

Thu 1st May 2025 08:49

Love the bathos, Branwell.

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