Leads With Her Right
Old mean widow lady of ninety-two
lives by herself with nothing else to do
Hunkers in her chair next to the window
stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo
She is labeled mentally unstable
Plays solitary on the end table
Fusses forever and telling tall tales
no telling if she’s left out small details
Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,
grass and trees changing colors with showers
She's run off all her family and friends
finding upsetting fault that never ends
With lawless behavior if you resist,
she gets riled up, lifts up her clenched right fist
lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed
With a burning twist she has never missed
You would want to stay out of her crosshairs
A small pearl handle pistol she will dare
Out of her leather purse it will appear
Create trouble; it might be all you’ll hear
6/23/2016
blunt mother in-laws
talks and talks and talks and talks
gets under my skin
True story
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