Old People's Home
Many old people
Wrinkled and wise, Nibbling like white mice At fresh cherry pies. Spend their days inside Sitting with friends; Family visiting On the weekends. The lottery is played All of the time; But the biggest amount they've won Is a dime. However, I say that, But, years ago Little sweet Gertrude Starting to sew, Was sat at her table In her dusty room That looked, to some, A tad like a tomb. The telly on low, The tea on a coaster Gert's feet on a table Next to the sofa. Poor, poor Gert Had many old friends But many had faults With no intention to mend. Though Gert stayed loyal To both them, and her cat: That was large, overweight, Some might say fat. Anyway Gertrude, [Who was sometimes named Gert] Sat on her sofa [In a blue floral skirt]. Whilst sewing, dear Gertrude [Who used to be tall Had now shrunk down To someone, quite small] Snuggled in blankets With the telly on The lotto was playing Its theme song. Picking the numbers The man on TV Drew out Gert's numbers And she squealed with glee! "We're rich, now go Get my coat and my hat, And we'll pack a bag And never look back!" Charlotte Hammock 9L |