Grandmother, mother - and I

A couple of broads 
smile - Lords! -,
it's me, who boards
at their table.
Two is ever their number
- Lords! - 
ladies they are to me.
Mother and daughter,
caught, bought, 
sold I am to them.
I love them, I love them,
the younger one
is ever the girl of my dreams. 
The older one sells her
- no: sells me -
to brigands 
who lurk in the darkness around. 
That is what has me
so frightened, so frightened:
Ladies, don't leave me alone!
They do, they do 
leave me - my dreams
are coming so true, so true.


	2007-12-11