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Mrs. Masters
I was one hundred and nine and do you know what they do?
"In a nursing home with you."
Holding my collar like some garbage-bin-kicking yob outside my house.
I wasn't fast enough though I tried to chase those yobs down the street with my stick
and all She could send me was a lousy card.
One hundred and nine - it's not everyone who lives that long, you know?
I was lucky I played poker too, in the cellar with my grandson, and I even took a cheeky drag of his cigar.
I was quite the lady
and all She could send me was a lousy card,
'Happy Birthday' in the same suit She'd been in on my hundredth birthday.
Almost ten years had passed, can't she afford a Snappy Snap?
The Queen was in this awful, yellow outfit and a plastic smile.
Loathe yellow.
So you know what I did?
From my prison of boring farts at the nursing home, though Mr. Mordrick was really quite dishy; I wrote the Queen of England a letter of complaint
and she sent her grandson
to wish me happy birthday and a card with nothing less than a blue suit, my favourite colour.
At one hundred and eleven, when I finally croaked it I died with all my cards in my lap
and a knitting needle at the ready
so ninety eight year old Jemima from room five couldn't steal them from my cold, limp lap.
I'll always remember William's face,
such a charming, wonderful young man,
like my husband George,
God rest his soul
and God rest mine.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-oxfordshire-12480739
"In a nursing home with you."
Holding my collar like some garbage-bin-kicking yob outside my house.
I wasn't fast enough though I tried to chase those yobs down the street with my stick
and all She could send me was a lousy card.
One hundred and nine - it's not everyone who lives that long, you know?
I was lucky I played poker too, in the cellar with my grandson, and I even took a cheeky drag of his cigar.
I was quite the lady
and all She could send me was a lousy card,
'Happy Birthday' in the same suit She'd been in on my hundredth birthday.
Almost ten years had passed, can't she afford a Snappy Snap?
The Queen was in this awful, yellow outfit and a plastic smile.
Loathe yellow.
So you know what I did?
From my prison of boring farts at the nursing home, though Mr. Mordrick was really quite dishy; I wrote the Queen of England a letter of complaint
and she sent her grandson
to wish me happy birthday and a card with nothing less than a blue suit, my favourite colour.
At one hundred and eleven, when I finally croaked it I died with all my cards in my lap
and a knitting needle at the ready
so ninety eight year old Jemima from room five couldn't steal them from my cold, limp lap.
I'll always remember William's face,
such a charming, wonderful young man,
like my husband George,
God rest his soul
and God rest mine.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-oxfordshire-12480739
Published 16th Feb 2011
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16th Feb 2011 10:50pm
you're like...a poetry font.
"The Queen was in this awful, yellow outfit and a plastic smile.
Loathe yellow.
So you know what I did?
From my prison of boring farts at the nursing home, though Mr. Mordrick was really quite dishy; I wrote the Queen of England a letter of complaint" --
HA! you've captured it well, the type of person she must have been and such a free, sweet mood, like my own grandmother actually, i can picture her being like that if she gets to that age...and, well, if she knitted or cared about the Queen. good show, A-gain. [:
"The Queen was in this awful, yellow outfit and a plastic smile.
Loathe yellow.
So you know what I did?
From my prison of boring farts at the nursing home, though Mr. Mordrick was really quite dishy; I wrote the Queen of England a letter of complaint" --
HA! you've captured it well, the type of person she must have been and such a free, sweet mood, like my own grandmother actually, i can picture her being like that if she gets to that age...and, well, if she knitted or cared about the Queen. good show, A-gain. [:
16th Feb 2011 10:52pm
Ha! Thank you J! I can't help myself at the moment. One second I'm stuck in a rut, the next I'm bouncing off the walls. She sounds lovely, dear :) Mr. Mordrick's my hunk though :P All those sun-kissed, old-aged skin moles... Sexy.
