Ironic poem about prostitution

• When I was young and had no sense
• In far-off Mandalay
• I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
• As lovely as the day.
• Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,
• Her teeth were ivory;
• I said, “for twenty silver pieces,
• Maiden, sleep with me”.
• She looked at me, so pure, so sad,
• The loveliest thing alive,
• And in her lisping, virgin voice,
• Stood out for twenty-five.