Womans Dormitory
The women screamed when a man peeked into the room.
The seasoned nurse said pardon you! To the groom.
Is my wife in here? He asked, with his face in the door.
I will be there in a minute, said his wife, name Eleanor.
The other women were glad for her, but did not like to see
A peeking Tom even if it was her husband, Mr. McFee.
This was a women’s dormitory, no men allowed.
Even one little man seemed to feel a bit like a crowd.
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