Little girls, <br />You are gay, <br />Little factory girls, <br />At the end of your day. <br />There you stand, <br />Huddled close, <br />On the back of a tram, <br />Having taken your dose. <br />And you go <br />Through the gray <br />And the gold of the streets <br />At the close of the day, <br />Blind as moles. <br />You are crude, <br />You are sweet, little girls, <br />And amazingly rude, <br />But so fine <br />To be gay. <br />Gentle people are dull <br />At the end of the day.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-s-end-2/
