Of wretched lepers nothing good can come <br />Of transmission from such slum and gutter dwellers <br />But only with the rich and victual sellers <br />He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls <br />And pocket knives to give to pretty girls <br />Certainly his voice was clear and sturdy <br />At sing-songs he was a champion of the hour <br />His neck was whiter than a lily flower <br />But strong though to bust a bruiser down <br />He knew the taverns well in every town <br />And every innkeeper and barmaid too <br />Better than lepers, beggars and that crew <br />For in so eminent a man as he <br />It was not fitting with the dignity <br />Of his position dealing with the scum<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lepers/
