My lockdown poem
A LITTLE rhyme I wrote, I think many ladies may sympathise!
There’s a strange woman in our place,
Oddly, I seem to know her face. I think she looks a bit like me. She must be from the family tree?
Her hair’s uncut, and going grey, She’s older, fatter by the day. I never know when she’ll appear, I think she must be living here!
I think that she has gone away, But she comes back here every day. Am, pm, day or night. Suddenly she’s there in sight.
Wherever there’s a looking glass She stands in wait for me to pass. I’m not sure what is going on, I just wish that she was gone.
It makes me want to scream and shout
I’ve no idea what it’s about. But will someone, someone, please, please, oh please
Just let her out!
Janet Lee, Thurnby