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Old Porter's Boy
Old Porter's boy cleans the dirty chimney
With white clean eyes and a neck so skinny
(As the elder's servant tends the sooty flue,
His gaze pure, neck slender and true*.)
Collars drawn and suspenders straight
So brown were his shorts along Sydney gate
(Cloaks fastened and braces steadfast,
His breeches brown by the Sydney gate held fast*.)
Lost this time with a lantern in hand
In a dark, sinister graveyard
(Strayed in the night, a lantern in hand,
Within the shadowed graveyard, lost in the land*.)
Bloodshot eyes and terror weren't more real
As he turned to find a statue made of steel.
(Eyes crimson, terror felt so surreal,
He faced a statue, crafted from unyielding steel*.)
Nothing was heard, and no search party was deployed
In search of little old Porter's boy!
*King James Version
© Nancy Nzebuka
With white clean eyes and a neck so skinny
(As the elder's servant tends the sooty flue,
His gaze pure, neck slender and true*.)
Collars drawn and suspenders straight
So brown were his shorts along Sydney gate
(Cloaks fastened and braces steadfast,
His breeches brown by the Sydney gate held fast*.)
Lost this time with a lantern in hand
In a dark, sinister graveyard
(Strayed in the night, a lantern in hand,
Within the shadowed graveyard, lost in the land*.)
Bloodshot eyes and terror weren't more real
As he turned to find a statue made of steel.
(Eyes crimson, terror felt so surreal,
He faced a statue, crafted from unyielding steel*.)
Nothing was heard, and no search party was deployed
In search of little old Porter's boy!
*King James Version
© Nancy Nzebuka
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