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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Lucinda

Lucinda

by

M A Heathcote

Lucinda, Iím so cold can you tell me?
Is it winter in here because thereís
Such a chill that it could kill every man
With a womanís scorn a womanís will.

Lucinda, where has all the tinder gone
It burnt all last night but now there is no.

Lucinda, let your stocking fall to the floor
Let me warm the brandy in your soul
Lucinda, let your stockings fall
Letís put another log on the fire
It must of have been Christmas after all.

Oh, be quiet that dog in the hall
Lucinda, let your stockings fall to the floor
Let this old Saint Nick stocking filler
Eat his mince pie and deliver.

Lucinda, where has all the tinder gone
It burnt all last night but now there is no.

Oh, Lucinda, the night is filled with electric thunder
But Iím sometimes so cold Iím left to wonder
Is it really, winter, because thereís such a chill?
That it could kill with a womenís scorn
Or a womanís will.

Lucinda, donít grow weary
Itís not so chilly
Ice winds can warmóthis tonic
If youíve got the tinder
To burn to a cinder; "Lucinda"...


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