Ironic Poem About Prostitution, por George Orwell

George Orwell

Ironic Poem About Prostitution

When I was young and had no sense

In far—off Mandalay

I lost my heart to a Burmese girl

As lovely as the day.

Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,

Her teeth were ivory;

I said, “for twenty silver pieces,

Maiden, sleep with me”.

She looked at me, so pure, so sad,

The loveliest thing alive,

And in her lisping, virgin voice,

Stood out for twenty—five.

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