The Countess of Norwood Court
Around the corner and down the block of the last street but one
in a dusty rose chair of faded glory on the lawn of a lemon hued home
regal in red plaid pajamas sits The Countess of Norwood Court.
Surveying her subjects each morning at 9:15 on the dot
she sips on a mug of coffee while a cigarette longs to be puffed
and she waves to me and Itzy the dog as we come strolling her way.
She turns her gaze upon Itzy and speaks of a dog she once loved
LuLu the miniature schnauzer whose bark it is said shattered glass
but now she's mistress to kitties they don't need her to go for a walk.
I'm convinced she's an ex Vegas show girl her boyfriend a mafia boss
a witness protection program has moved her here to be with us
driving a Ford instead of a Rolls to protect the life she once knew.
For she can not be just an old lady with cats and COPD
I'd love to hear her adventures the stories that colored her life
but I've conjured up her life's flow and a change will not work for me.
So we'll visit the countess each AM at 9:15 on the dot
she'll happily wave and give us a smile as she sends us on our way
regal in red plaid pajamas sipping coffee having a smoke
Long live my Countess, The Countess of Norwood Court
Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2021
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