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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