The Newcomers Wife by Thomas Hardy He paused on the sill of a door ajar That screened a lively liquor-bar, For the name had reached him through the door Of her he had married the week before. We called her the Hack of the Parade; But she was discreet in the games she played; If slightly worn, shes pretty yet, And gossips, after all, forget. And he knows nothing of her past; I am glad the girls in luck at last; Such ones, though stale to native eyes, Newcomers snatch at as a prize. Yes, being a stranger he sees her blent Of all thats fresh and innocent, Nor dreams how many a love-campaign She had enjoyed before his reign! That night there was the splash of a fall Over the slimy harbour-wall: They searched, and at the deepest place Found him with crabs upon his face. -- Did you like it? Comment below!
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