She is out of her mind
speaks somewhat in a kind
a little astray perhaps
she is but a mishap
talks big of her all the same
great of her husband not to name
thinks she is beautiful all the more
mother of her likewise being four
walks now and then at random
paces up and down in tandem
dresses up in the most ill fitting attire
well, have to prop up her in a satire
as she behaves funny and quixotic
one could dub her as an eccentric
I would not address her so
as she is a way down that in the go
her gait being very peculiar
her forehead sees her nose all clear
her nose watches her mouth all foul
she speaks with a grunt and a howl
all being so in the real status as seen
she blinks and stares without a gleam
that be her in her late sixties
imagine her at the teens
a nice way to picture her with a feel
could you find a more entertaining deal.
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