The Silver Bell
Aunt Elsa’s Maid
By Elton Camp
Aunt Elsa always had a thing to tell
Each visit she picked up a silver bell
“To call my maid, this is what I use.
She comes and does what I choose.”
But, somehow the maid was away
Whenever it was our visiting day
Aunt Elsa had a most ordinary job
Yet she had the demeanor of a snob
But her sophistication she did parade
Continually reminded us of her maid
We all acted just so very impressed
Did no harm to go along, we guessed
We didn’t the actual fact misconstrue
The “maid” when the words were true
Wasn’t a servant the bell could seek
But a cleaning lady one day a week
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