Irony
Beauty as clear
As London's Tear
On her face
In her frame
Contrasted I
Common, wry
Simple and plain
Ease of disdain
All her mirrors
Truly defective
Unless her eyes
Are ineffective
Beauty unseen
By its weilder
World's irony
Was never clearer
As London's Tear
On her face
In her frame
Contrasted I
Common, wry
Simple and plain
Ease of disdain
All her mirrors
Truly defective
Unless her eyes
Are ineffective
Beauty unseen
By its weilder
World's irony
Was never clearer