Down in the valley
at the top of a hill
Lived old lady Wonky
dying from the chill
Coal in her deep-freeze
ice thawed for heat
Sock covered fingers
and mittens on her feet
Carpet on her clothes line
laundry on the floor
She'd clamber through a window
to curtain her front door
Tripping up her downstairs
she tottered down for up
Made porridge in her teapot
drank dinner from a cup
Welcomed a good morning
at the dark of night
Wore her flannel night gown
out in broad daylight
Dressed up in her finest
to step out...she'd stay in
Ate a dozen doughnuts
to help her to stay thin
Forgot about her calendar
remembered every minute
Unhappy with her sagging skin
but grateful to be in it
Down in the valley
at the top of a hill
Lived old lady Wonky
dying from the chill
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Well if this was reality it be more sad sometimes old people do go down hill... ♥








You never disappoint me! Always terrific! I must say though the comments and replies you have given and recieved have been great also!
You being my friend - i thought you kept track.








. "Forgot about her calendar" stanza is just lovely - relishing old age, knowing she doesn't have long but happy for her life. I like that - it's funny with a positive message.





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