Poem by Clarence James Dennis

Polly Dibbs

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs,
  Standing at a tub,
Washing other people's clothes -
  Rub-Rub-Rub.
Poor, old, skinny arms
  White with soapy foam -
At night she takes her shabby hat
  And goes off home.

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs -
  Is not very rich.
She goes abroad all day to scrub,
  And home at night to stitch.
She wears her shabby hat awry,
  Perched on a silly comb;
And people laugh at Polly Dibbs
  As she goes home.

Mrs Dibbs - Mother Dibbs -
  Growing very old,
Says, "it's a hard world!"
  And sniffs and drats the cold.
She says it is a cruel world,
  A weary world to roam.
But God will smile on Polly Dibbs
  When she goes Home.

1. I Wonder
2. The Triantiwontigongolope
3. Upon the Road to Rockabout
4. A Different Route
5. Going to School

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