Author Walter de la Mare I can't abear a butcher, I can't abide his meat, The ugliest shop of all is his, The ugliest in the street; Bakers' are warm, cobblers' dark Chemists' burn watery lights; But oh, the sawdust butchers shop That ugliest of sights. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.5 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments