She isn't aware whether it's Broken Orange Pecko
Or something else the best quality,
Anyway she plucks hesitantly.
The poor girl drinks sweepings in the factory for Anemia
While some others have a tasty cup of tea arrogantly.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pale-lass-who-plucks-golden-tea-leaves/
