The Mark of Servitude There is a band etched in place around their heads of the yokel locals who wore cloth caps to doff and touch at local gentry who’s presence they graced that told the master "We know our place" The mark of servitude where the cap did fit as they doffed and bowed to the upper crust in serfdom and bondage to inbred toffee nosed twits Yes sir, no sir all day long with a hand ringing cringe A bow and a scrape the folk of those times had to partake A cap that left a ring upon the brow Sometimes you will see it Even now Peter Wicks
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 22:28:53 +0000
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