Mrs. Tiddly

 There was a woman named Tiddly

She was married, was a Mrs.

Eccentric she could be called

It was certainly everyone’s consensus

Behind her back was called “Pruneface”

Because you never saw her smile

The last time her teeth were seen

Well, it had been quite a while

It became something of a challenge

To try to get her to finally grin

And if someone ever succeeded

They could chalk it up as a win

For years people tried to provoke her

They did everything that they could

Her composure stayed the same

Her facial features were like carved wood

And then one day it finally happened

While washing dishes in her sink

She thought about all of their efforts

Then cracking a smile Mrs. Tiddly winks

June 14, 2022