Madam Life's a Piece in Bloom by William Ernest Henley
Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She's the tenant of the room, He's the ruffian on the stair.
You shall see her as a friend, You shall bilk him once or twice; But he'll trap you in the end, And he'll stick you for her price.
With his kneebones at your chest, And his knuckles in your throat, You would reason -- plead -- protest! Clutching at her petticoat;
But she's heard it all before, Well she knows you've had your fun, Gingerly she gains the door, And your little job is done.
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