Lent

Don’t think the maiden all forlorn

Is wishing she had ne’er been born;

Don’t think she’s lost her lover true

Because she seems a trifle blue,

     It’s Lent.

Don’t think because you’ve spent your pay

That you can touch me hard today.

O, yes, I got my salary

Last night, but here’s the point you see,

     It’s lent.

Feb. 28, ‘09