I CAN'T ABEAR

By Walter de la Mare

I can n't abear a Butcher,

I can n'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 butcher's shop,

That ugliest of sights!