Upon her desk the papers fall

their musty reek declaring age

The stack of scribbles pale and tall

Declare offenses of the Page

Of travels wide her ranting railed

Her thoughtless context stripping path

Despite her efforts always failed

As she departed locals laughed

At one fell juncture children stood

Their countenance of unwashed poor

And she in cut price splendor would

Mistake their cold contempt for awe