The sewing circle

On a tuesday afternoon
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame

Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"

She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale

"it qualified for the competition and you should enter"
"With such a stunning piece, we've not seen better"
The quarrelsome woman now broke her quiet
My dog needs a blanket perhaps I'll buy it

In an air of disbelief all the ladies swore
That quote would see some tempers soar
The voodoo dolls mouth was repeatedly stabbed
The needle to stop the evil woman's gab