Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNETS IN A LODGING HOUSE: 1, by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY


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First Line: Each morn she crackles upward, tread by tread
Last Line: Please leave the tub as you would wish to find it!
Alternate Author Name(s): Hall, Galway
Subject(s): Hotels; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


I

EACH morn she crackles upward, tread by tread,
All apprehensive of some hideous sight:
Perhaps the Fourth Floor Back, who reads in bed,
Forgot his gas and let it burn all night --
The Sweet Young Thing who has the middle room,
She much suspects: for once some ink was spilled,
And then the plumber, in an hour of gloom,
Found all the bathroom pipes with tea-leaves filled.

No League of Nations scheme can make her gay --
She knows the rank duplicity of man;
Some folks expect clean towels every day,
They'll get away with murder if they can!
She tacks a card (alas, few roomers mind it)
Please leave the tub as you would wish to find it!





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