“You’re a bauble!” he said—“A toy, nothing more,”
so sneered Clifford Prince as he stormed for the door,
in his mistress’s flat above the old Dog and Duck,
where Clifford came weekly for fish and chips and a fuck.
“You’re a bauble!” he said—“A toy, nothing more,”
so sneered Clifford Prince as he stormed for the door,
in his mistress’s flat above the old Dog and Duck,
where Clifford came weekly for fish and chips and a fuck.
