My girl’s ears are so large that if you were to look at her from the back
you would swear she was a loving cup.
* * * * *
As thou hast made thy bed, why lie about it?
_Smokehouse Poetry_
_In the April issue Smokehouse Poetry fans will be treated to an old
classic, “Absolution,” by Nesbit._
_“But the Priest’s duty bade him seek her out_
_And say, ‘My child, why dost thou sit apart?_
_Hast thou some grief? Hast thou some secret doubt?_
_Come and unfold to me thine inmost heart.’”_ * * *
_And as the dim east brightened, slowly ceased_
_The wild devotion that had filled the priest—_
_And with full sunlight he sprang up—a man!_ * * *
_“Oh, lips so quiet, eyes that will not see!_
_Oh, clinging hands that not again will cling!_
_This last poor sin may well be pardoned thee,_
_Since for the right’s sake thou hast done this thing.”_ * * *
* * * * *