In recent years 

There have been 

Persistent rumours 

That I am a bicycle 

That is far from the truth 

As I am nothing but 

A Clergyman’s Daughter 

Submissive and easily bullied 

I am a friend of the poor 

But drowning in debt 

A year ago I found myself 

Down and Out 

Staring at my reflection 

In the window of shabby shop 

I was rescued by the church 

And now my confidence has returned 

But the rumours still follow me around 

Dorothy Hare