They Buy with an Eye to Looks

THE fine cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt,
Something Sinbad, the sailor, took away from robbers,
Something a traveler with plenty of money might pick up
And bring home and stick on the walls and say:
" There's a little thing made a hit with me
When I was in Cairo — I think I must see Cairo again some day. "
So there are cornice manufacturers, chewing-gum kings,
Young Napoleons who corner eggs or corner cheese,
Phenoms looking for more worlds to corner,
And still other phenoms who lard themselves in
And make a killing in steel, copper, permanganese,
And they say to random friends in for a call:
" Have you had a look at my wife? Here she is.
Haven't I goTher dolled up for fair? "
O-ee! the fine cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt.
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