Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Poet Narrative

Fire Drill Abcs

Seven things to grab in a hurry
My house going up in a blazing fury...

First things first, 
   my favourite courier bag,
   then with my custom leather boots safely inside,
   I surmise as quickly as ABC,
   well JKLM:

I'd grab my Grandma June's
   rosary,
Grandma Kathleen's
   silk scarf,
Poppa Leo's 
   beer stein (with poppa inside),
My mother's
   diary...
   well maybe not
Magic Casements
   my dad's high school poetry book.
Next...
One last look. My...

Pearls!

If I'm homeless,
I want to at least look good.


02.18.19


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Line Gauthier February 28, 2019 at 12:33 AM Priceless. Totally delightful, Maureen. Congrats on your top win. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 28, 2019 at 7:32 AM Thank you Line! :))) xomo!

Jean Murray February 27, 2019 at 11:20 AM Looking good indeed! congratulations on your placement Maureen. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 28, 2019 at 7:31 AM Giggles! Never was a bauble girl... mid life crisis ;) Thank you Jean! xomo

Jeff Connelly February 19, 2019 at 12:01 AM Hilarious lead up to the ending Marueen. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 19, 2019 at 7:41 AM Thank you Jeff :) xomo!

P.S. Awtry February 18, 2019 at 8:28 PM Yes take the pearls! loved how you would take those mementos of loved ones...especially the beer stein. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 19, 2019 at 7:41 AM Giggles! Thank you :) xomo

Jan Allison February 18, 2019 at 5:03 PM sure made me smile at the end Mo, lets hope we retained our sense of humour should such a disaster really happen:-) hugs Jan xx Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 19, 2019 at 7:38 AM Indeed, good to keep intact, a sense of humour is an excellent tool for coping and healing. Stuff is stuff, the people and pets were out, I actually would probably have grabbed all the plants, but that's a boring poem. mo hugs <3