To an Ageing Rake

When your fun is done

And she goes home

And you are left alone,

Do you consider

Her youth

And that perfect figure?

 

 

Perhaps you consider

The truth:

How lack of finance

Or other mischance

Leads her to dance

With a rake

 

 

Who, fearful of dust

Takes, in lust

A young woman who

Needs your wealth,

But holds in contempt

You and herself.