Mavis and Beryle
(a couple of war wives out the front of their houses)
(Please note *** is cigarette and aye is yes)
So whilst the golden fire displayed nature in her prime
And oak trees stood proud and good in a regimental line
Dancing silhouettes tinkered,creating a wondering swaying scene
Mavis clad in rollers, upon her mop, she had chose to lean
A smelly *** she held in hand as a lady at a ball
Dreaming of Sherry and taffeta, turning the heads of all
Fingers extending as though she were the aristocracy
When up popped Beryl the girl next door
'Dya wanna a cuppa Tea?'
Mavis took a puff, then a breath, then left her world of mind
Said 'oh aye duck, I'd like that'
'you are so very kind!'
She stubbed it out, laid her mop then trotted up the path
Round to Beryles for a cuppa tea and a
Ruddy good laugh!
Copyright © Karen Deeks | Year Posted 2012
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