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Mrs DeWitts Koi Pond

I thought I had seen koi fish before, but nothing like this
Owned by an eccentric widow whose koi fulfilled her wish
their brilliant oranges were a lovely contrast to green lily pads
I could not tell if I was looking at baby fish, mamas or dads

The koi were all beautiful, they made a fine contrast to the water
You are a lucky woman, I said to our town’s favorite daughter
She is generous with her money, her resources and her time.
We know she can be counted on for much more than a dime.

They are my babies, she said, delighted at my appreciation.
They were gorgeous, their colors as brilliant as any in our nation.
The koi knew I was watching and did tricks to show off a bit.
I will never forget my visit to the koi pond of Mrs. DeWitt

Poor Mrs Newton

Poor Mrs. Newton had two kids.
One found gravity.  He was bright - 
while little Fig hit the skids 
and was eaten in one bite - 
different as black and white.

Mr and Mrs Heartbroken

The first heart attack was quite mild:
he put it down to indigestion 
at first, but the pain persisted.
Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes
followed the stay in hospital.
Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said,
and to cut out the fatty foods.
But the craving for cigarettes 
was too strong and he secretly smoked,
while assuring me that he'd quit!
The next heart attack was much worse;
he really did try after that -
a fat-free diet was no fun
and nicotine patches were no help...
but he stuck to it for a while
(I think it was a week, maybe two).
Then I smelt the smoke on his clothes,
saw him wolfing down bacon sandwiches,
slyly like a naughty schoolboy.
By then I pretended I didn't know - 
my nagging was killing him, he said.
The third heart attack finished him.
I'm heartbroken that his heart was broken...

Remembering Mrs Bixby

Some people's lives paint history books
with darkness, travesty, and evil.

Many other people, although worthy of
note, go unnoticed and unmentioned.

There is a lady of note to whom I wish
to respectfully give honor and thanks.

Upon hearing of Mrs. Bixby's plight
and grief, in 1863, President Abraham
Lincoln wrote her a letter of condolences.
Mr. Lincoln also spoke of his gratitude
for such a huge sacrifice from her family.

Mrs. Bixby had 5 sons, all of whom
according to the letter, died in
battle during the American Civil War.

On this Memorial Day of 2025, just the
thought of such a sacrifice touches me
deeply. I therefore humbly pause and bow
my head in silence for the ultimate sacrifice
of Mrs. Bixby's sons and for her gift to America.

052225PS

Hey, Mrs, Johnson

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Soon I'll be dead
Soon I'll be six feet under
My children will cry
At the volume of thunder

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I hope you don't mind
No one lends you it back
I'm not borrowing your time

I stole it
Or you spent it
You can't relive a scene
You're living
Or you're dying
But there's no in between

And that's why I'm sad
As I rot on this beds
I spend my life dying
Stead of living
And now I'm deads

I spent my life working
To pay off my bills
Didn't see the world with my children
And now I never will

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
This isn't to depress
Just a warning that your life
May be even less

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I'm scared like a baby
At age thirty-seven
Did my tree blossom
Or wilt itself away
Am I in hell
Or am I in heaven?

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Call me the priest
I hope he can pray
For me as I decease

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death is calling me
The streets feel desolate
Glass houses are empty
And lonely

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death's walking the street
Every second a lamp shatters
Crystals broken and tattered

Did I even matter?

Hey, Mrs. Johnson
On my very last breath
Death shall be no more
I shall conquer death.

Mrs McVim the Town Seamstress

Can’t any other mamas make pleats, take a tuck or hem?
Mrs. McVim, the town’s notorious seamstress asked of Dick and Jim.
Their mother was dead, so she could not help them.
She ended up shortening the tuxes of these two and their cousin Slim.

Slim’s mother was a seamstress, but too pooped at the end of the day
To do any more hemming, or seams, and she was ready to play.
Slim was appreciative as were his two cousins Dick and Jim.
They chipped in and bought a new sewing machine for Mrs. McVim

For never and always, Mrs Habsburg

Never call this pretty
Ravenous heaves of craving borne only by ugly
And the chatter and chatter
Nothing seems to matter
But your pursuit

Stomp them down while they slumber
Pillage and plunder
Battle axe with a smile intact
Ms. Raging Bull 

How long 'til he sees the strength of your arms
and the grin like receding waters?
The stench of your intent
The bile of the tempest trials
The mastery of flattery
Feed hungry ears
Beguile your foolish peers

You have won in pretense
What comes after caused by then
Common sense common sense
In truth, it's one eye open
and second guesses
Praying she's not any more wretched

Your love the suckling 
Nursing on memories of the dead
It's in your head, in your head
You will chase and spin
Damning to win
Carrying desperate affection 
Avoiding your reflection
Yours is forever
A lifetime endeavor
And you’ll toil and you’ll toil
Forever a slave to your spoils

Mrs O'Leary's response to string theory

Someone asked old Mrs. O'Leary,
"What do you think about string theory?"
She said, "I don't believe in such a thing,
because it doesn't cover everything,
and what it leaves uncovered can be pretty damn scary."

Mrs in the Smiley Group

Mrs in the Smiley Group

Mrs in the Smiley Group has 
frog legs tucked in her 
muumuu.

Mrs in the Midst of

Mrs in the Midst of

Mrs in the Midst of 
prefers to 
run here and 
there in a 
violent frenzy rather than 
be generous or 
sleep or 
speak the word 
fully.

Mrs Valid

Mrs Valid

Mrs Valid resigns herself to 
permanent living in 
potholes.

Mrs at

Mrs at

Mrs at will 
serve Mr Near when 
Mrs Toward leaves her 
chains in 
the middle of a 
ship docked at 
Sydney Wharf.

Mrs Santa Finally Gets Her Christmas Wish

As Christmas draws near something's different this year,
At the North Pole all's quiet as can be.
Saint Nick and all of the elves he employs
Are online filling kids' wish lists electronically.
His wife, Mrs. Claus, is delighted because
Her jolly old husband's finally working from home
And delivering those toys to good girls and boys
Via UPS, FedEx, and Amazon drones.

...and Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays to all the good girls and boys on PS...

Mrs Toenail Fetish

Mrs Toenail Fetish

Mrs Toenail Fetish washes her 
toilet paper after 
using it.

Better Check on Mrs McFee

the hospital corridors were as quiet as death
until loud male-sounding footsteps slapped down the hallway
I peeked out, expecting to see a doctor
I saw no one; but the footsteps were coming
click click click click click click

they stopped right at my door
a chill went through me
I thought of Mr. Eisenhower
was he okay? should I go check?

too late for that, a ghastly voice whispered
directly into my left ear.
I knew what jumping with fright felt like now.
except I was frozen, I could not even scream.

an unknown entity followed me that night
to the nurse’s station, the water fountain,
the soda pop machine, I felt it was a ghoul
not a poltergeist, not a friendly entity

I fell asleep briefly while charting.
My head jerked up as I came back.
“Better check on Mrs. McFee,” the voice hissed.
I was terrified; paralyzed with fear.

Mr. Eisenhower was okay, but Mrs. McFee had vanished.
No one ever saw her again.
a ninety-three-year-old woman who could not walk.

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