Victorian Clothing in Style


Inside my bag
all that I own.
One tattered skirt,
shoes that are worn.
Raising a pint,
to men in the pub.
Staggering home,
wanting to scrub.
Bar of soap
smelling of lye.
Supper not made
Oh, he will die!


Ladies refined,
Dinner  and dance.
Cheeks pale yet red,
Breath a skip prance.
Looks simply divine
What’s that on your dress?
Spilt glass of wine
Oh, what a mess!


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