Miss T
By Walter de la Mare
It’s a very odd thing–
As odd as can be–
That whatever Miss T eats
Turns into Miss T!
Porridge and apples,
Mince, muffins and mutton,
Jam, junket, jumbles–
Not a rap, not a button
It matters. The moment
They’re out of her plate,
Though shared by Miss Butcher
And sour Mr. Bate;
Tiny and cheerful,
And neat as can be,
Whatever Miss T eats
Turns into Miss T!
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