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Friday, June 24, 2022


Miss Millie was a spinster
She was almost a century old
Her life, she lived to the fullest
As her golden years were bold

Stepping off the assisted living bus
She was easy to pick out
Her voice grated on your nerves
No matter whisper or shout

She wore a hot pink mini skirt
Lime green tube  covered her frame
Orange stilettos were on her feet
Best dressed senior was her claim

Her hair color was anyone’s guess
As she always wore a wig
One day green, the next day blue
Or maybe an afro way too big

A comical scene she did portray
Was her makeup applied upside down?
Her knobby knees, sagging skin
Either made you laugh or frown

A travel mug was always in her hand
For when she got too hot
From time to time she’d take a sip
Favorite drink, Brandy, apricot

No man could escape her attention
She’d leer and always give a wink
A smile would cross her painted face
Causing me to pause and think

If this is her old-age secret
As totally ludicrous as it may sound
I’ll buy a chartreuse polyester suit
And become a geriatric clown!

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