Gods Waiting Room
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GODS WAITING ROOM
Mr Black, please get down from that chair,
You’ll break your legs,
Mr Black replied, it would be worthwhile love
Just to see your sexy pegs,
As you pass by my room and go up
The stairs,
We all gather to peep at your wares!
Matron Bee walked down the
Hall, to the next door,
Not knowing what was to be
In store!
Betty Brown and Charlie Fault did not
Hear Matron Bee coming,
Otherwise occupied, they did not
Hear her loud humming,
For they were wrapped up in a pink
Bright sheet,
They jumped up quite naked, forgetting
To be discreet.
Matron turned around to make a
Quick retreat,
And outside their door, let out a sound
Something between a squeak and a bleat!
The next room belonged to Daisy Green,
Two male residents could be seen,
Mrs. Green popped out her head and said
Next please!
What is happening here, Mr. Chess, Matron said,
Go back to bed,
You have a bad wheeze!
Mrs. Green was tickled pink and thought it funny,
She was only trying to make some pocket money!
So on Matron Bee goes to room number four,
Where Mrs. Jones resides and knocks on her door,
Mrs. Jones was busy with a tea party, with
Two make believe friends, she was convinced
Her best friend was the Mad Hatter and
The other one was Cleopatra!
Matron was hungry and went to the kitchen
For a quick bite,
And in plain sight,
Saw Mr. Brown filling his pockets with cookies,
He looked guilty, gave Matron a childlike pout,
And defiantly walked out!
Matron Bee was stunned,
Tomorrow she was going to resign,
And planned to go see the
House Doctor at nine.
Just as matron was about to get into bed,
There was a knock on the door,
Come in Matron said,
A very distressed Mr, Hunter walked in
He had lost his dentures,
This day had been full of adventures,
But as they were talking, they heard
Mrs Green squeaking down the hall,
Mr Hunter, Francis my dear,
I have your dentures right here,
You left them under my pillow
Said the frisky widow!
Matron had a decision to make,
In fact she was going to stay,
They made her laugh most of the day
And during the night, she enjoyed seeing
Their childlike deeds
And perhaps adult needs.
Where else would she find such
Beautiful friends who had bad hearts,
Sore backs and dickey spleens,
Who all thought they were in their teens!
But the most alarming news of all
Was that Doctor Bay,
Unknown to anyone else, was
Having a regular romp in the hay
With Mr Black, Matrons admirer.
Mr Black liked Matrons legs, which he
Referred to as pegs!
But it seems, and if truth be told
We are all on the same page,
For we will all one day reach this stage,
When we are eighty or eighty five
And think we are thirteen,
And a naughty teen.
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2018
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