The Contrast

Fat lady, in your four-wheeled chair, Dolled up to beat the band, At me you arrogantly stare With gold lorgnette in hand. Oh how you differ from the dame So shabby, gaunt and grey, With legs rheumatically lame, Who steers you on your way. Nay, jewelled lady, look not back Lest you should be disturbed To see the skinny hag in black Who boosts you up the curb. Of course I know you get her cheap, Since she's a lady too, And bite to eat and bed to sleep Maybe are all her due. Alas for those who give us aid Yet need more help than we! And though she thinks the wages paid Are almost charity, I'd love to see that lady fat Lug round that hefty chair, While with lorgnette and feathered hat Her handmaid lounges there.