There Once Was A Girl Of Lahore

Poem By William Cosmo Monkhouse

There once was a girl of Lahore,
The same shape behind as before;
As no one knew where
To offer a chair,
She had to sit down on the floor.

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What does this poem mean? I'm really all at sea.


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