Tender Buttons [Eggs]
Kind height, kind in the right stomach with a little sudden mill.
Cunning shawl, cunning shawl to be steady.
In white in white handkerchiefs with little dots in a white belt all shadows are singular they are singular and procured and relieved.
No that is not the cows shame and a precocious sound, it is a bite.
Cut up alone the paved way which is harm. Harm is old boat and a likely dash.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Tender Buttons [Eggs]” was published in Tender Buttons (Claire Marie, 1914).
Date Published
05/06/2017