Grasp the anguish, of the dank do-
Gooder, bursting across
The local track. Kids bored silly
Outside the school, sneer as
She slips past. The brassy broad clings
In the wind to her hat,
As shoulder straps preclude her sack
From sinking, she is an-
chored by her leather bag, the last
Treasure she can hold fast.
Since the rain washed away the mirth
Of the carnival day.