BLUE EYES
Reading edition
Barbara Cushion Weeps in the lane, And vows she will never Go brambling again. Down her fat face Fat teardrops run, And splash on her bosom, One by one; With sobs and cries She shakes like a shape— What is the matter, Is it a rape? Oh no! It’s her feelings, Poor girl, that smart; And Jem’s unkindness Has broken her heart. For months she has had A mind to Jem, So when she set out She smiled at him; Down the green lane She watched him come— But all he did Was to pinch her bum.