The Tower Poem by Joseph Skipsey

The Tower



MY wee, wee fawn, you see me yawn?
Well, I'm not much disposed to flattery;
And were I so, you rogue! you know
You're proof against the fiercest battery.

You have an ear? of stone, my dear;
A heart? yes, yes, of temper'd iron,
And love of self, the little elf,
Doth with a Tower of Brass environ!

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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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