My Life of Lovers
There she was this sweet little old lady
Walking ever so slowly
Singing a tune pushing her walker
It was such a long arduous trip from the market
Content to be alone
But one couldn’t help but feel sorry for her
She looks like she’ll drop at the next crossing
Two young boys walked passed her
They asked why isn’t your husband helping you?
Oh dreary my husband not feeling well today
Anyone that knew her always wondered
How she out lived four past husbands?
And they were all much younger than her
She smiled slyly to herself
After all I’m may be old but I’m not stupid
I hug them and kiss them
I wash their clothes and even bath them
When they’re ill
Then I feed them a good meal
Then I followed with
The big pill
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