Clarke Now Washes His Shirts
Clarke now washes his trousers and shirts
And wants wife to be washing her skirts.
Not a rule launderers quit the dirt
Release of cash to soap men could hurt...
Washing one's pants touches not one's worth,
A decreed king it won't change nor birth,
Cleaning foul singlet not without mirth,
At one's kingdom one shall, at last, berth...
The truth in what you have heard a dearth,
Like the ones in tales told by a hearth;
It's deserved if into two I burst
And of my sad fate men note the worst.
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