a little old lady

A LITTLE OLD LADY

A limerick
by izzy ess of wilderness

A little old lady of Hamilton
Conceived of a clown with a red nose on;
She fondled his toes
And rubbed his red nose
And conjured up pictures of Wimbledon.

She swung at the balls with the fuzzy down
And found herself talked of around the town;
A tall handsome lad
Discovered her bad --
She visited rooms without evening gown.

A little old man looked like Santa Claus
Revealed his was on to her feeling paws;
They went to the ball
Red noses and all
And cornered the market on summer blahs.

The ending for them is a funeral
Bedecked in a burlap of lamby's wool;
Of course you all know
It started to snow
And showed up this poet as quite a fool.

THE END

(C) izzy sommers, md, retired, Welland, Canada, July 5, 2013