There was something strange going on in the house.
Everyone seemed quiet as a mouse.
I was a little uneasy walking through the living room
when I heard somewhat of a boom, boom.
To my surprise, standing at the top of the stairs
was old Mrs. McClurry, dressed in her wares.
Dressed for dinner in a mink coat long to the floor,
sashing and swaying headed toward the front door.
A close-up view was very distressing,
her makeup was rather depressing.
She turned, looked and smiled at me,
winked and opened her coat you see.
Oh dear, I was in shock,
for underneath she wore no frock.
Just another work day in this old nursing home,
now and again a tenant will roam.
(A True Story)
Written: June 27,2007
Melvina Germain
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