Miss T

By 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.