HERE lies a woman-known to me, and you-
Who tried to eat her cake and have it too;
Who saved her pence and threw away her pounds,
Ran with the hare and hunted with the hounds.
When torn between her country’s laws, and love’s,
She played with fire-but wore asbestos gloves.
Then, having sold her soul and cashed the cheque,
She fell between two stools, and broke her neck.
(Jan Struther)
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