From a childhood scourged by the atrocities ofPaucity,I could carry none but grumpiness with me into,Adulthood,My soul, failing to comply with the impending servitude,Nudged to cross the threshold of my miniscule abode,Just when I was about to consummate marriage.So there was I, a destitute,But obstinate enough, not to be aVagrant,Since forfeiture dared not touch me,‘twasContinue reading “The Pauper’s Patronage”