The aspidistra

I had an aspidistra

'Twas growing in a pot.

'Twas old and green and dusty,

A living, lingering blot.

I took away its curtains

Because I loved them not.

I took away its curtains

Of lace with velvet tied.

I took away its curtains

Which were the creature's pride.

I took away its curtains

And the aspidistra died.