Corner

Oh Corner, you are so prestigious 

than the fortunes all over;

to stay close to the consort

a little more than the monarch.

Oh little corner, you're blessed 

than the emotions purged:

to be loved more than you ween,

and to be coddled all the mean.

Oh Corner, you are the witness

of many a drunkard,

who held their spouse to the earth

to evince their virility to the hearth. 

Oh corner, you are the solace

to the smirk behind the ache, 

to not to raise the race -

and to be the epitome of grace.

Oh corner, you lit some with fire 

you poured water on some other.

It is you the mirror of her woe,

it is you the beholder of her hard lips. 

Oh corner, you are the hope 

that she lives in to draw breathe;

you are the spur to the rebel -

to the mere to make her the fear.