There once was a girl of Lahore,
The same shape behind as before;
As no one knew where
To offer a chair,
She had to sit down on the floor.
More verses by William Cosmo Monkhouse
- On A Young Poetess’s Grave
- Limerick: There Was A Young Lady Of Wilts
- The Christ Upon The Hill
- The Dream Of The World Without Death
- Spring Song In The City