Poems with rhymes of sacks

With securities in sacks
And with clever men to show me
How to pay no income tax;

But silver horns and candy sacks
And many little tinsel hearts
And cherubs pink, and jumping-jacks.

1 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
2 Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
3 Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,

Hughes should get cash in mighty sacks
From his proposed War Prophets Tax.

Come bees to fill their honey-sacks,
Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue,
Perfection lacks.

And bore like sumpter-mules upon their backs
The badge of poverty, their beggar's sacks.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

Frail edifice. Not otherwise he sacks
Those many-chambered palaces of wax.