Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, <br /> Standing at a tub, <br />Washing other people's clothes - <br /> Rub-Rub-Rub. <br />Poor, old, skinny arms <br /> White with soapy foam - <br />At night she takes her shabby hat <br /> And goes off home. <br /> <br />Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs - <br /> Is not very rich. <br />She goes abroad all day to scrub, <br /> And home at night to stitch. <br />She wears her shabby hat awry, <br /> Perched on a silly comb; <br />And people laugh at Polly Dibbs <br /> As she goes home. <br /> <br />Mrs Dibbs - Mother Dibbs - <br /> Growing very old, <br />Says, "it's a hard world!" <br /> And sniffs and drats the cold. <br />She says it is a cruel world, <br /> A weary world to roam. <br />But God will smile on Polly Dibbs <br /> When she goes Home.<br /><br />Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polly-dibbs/
