Mrs McGloom
Mrs. McFee should have been named Mrs. McGloom.
Her conversations are like a nasty weird sonic boom.
She likes to spread horrific terrible, worst news.
Horror stories spouted with glee as soon as they brew.
Mrs. McFee has pancreatic cancer going to her brain.
She grins like a Cheshire cat as she gives this refrain.
Marty’s cousin died of Covid-19 last fall.
My mother-in-law has the worst diagnosis of all.
Tally’s neighbor was in a fetal position for two years.
That I will be her next story is one of my awful fears.
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