I was just coming in from the garden, <br />Or about to go fishing for eels, <br />And, smiling, I asked you to pardon <br />My boots very low at the heels. <br />And I thought that you never would go, <br />As you stood in the doorway ajar, <br />For my heart would keep saying, 'Old Clo', <br />You're found out at last as you are.' <br /> <br />I was almost ashamed to acknowledge <br />That I was the quarry you sought, <br />For was I not bred in a college <br />And reared in a mansion, you thought. <br />And now in the latest style cut <br />With fortune more kinder I go <br />To welcome you half-ways. Ah ( but <br />I was nearer the gods when ' Old Clo'.'<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-clo/
