Here you will find the Poem Miss T of poet Walter de la Mare
It's a very odd thing - As odd can be - That whatever Miss T eats Turns into Miss T.; Porridge and apples, Mince, muffins and mutton, Jam, junket, jumbles - Not a rap, not a button It matters; the moment They're out of her plate, Though shared by Miss Butcher And sour Mr. Bate; Tiny and cheerful, And neat as can be, Whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.
