Cut In Half

Not a grief nor loss,

Not a bed where to toss,

Not a pal with a cross,

Yet all are Chinese joss.

Not a burden to bear,

Not a chagrin to share.

Not a faint sigh of care.

No one with whom to dare.

Not a joy nor tear,

Not a cloy nor cheer,

Not a hoy nor veer,

But a ploy full of jeer.

Not a shadow so blear,

Not a meadow so clear,

Not a fellow so near,

No one person dear.

Not a frown nor laugh,

Not a crown nor staff,

Not a brown fat calf,

Still i am cut in half.