To the old women of my church
(A satire based on Edward Lear's poem "Father William") "You are old, Aunty Mary," the young lady said, "And your hair has been dyed very black; Yet you watch every serial till it's time for bed- Do you think at your age it is right?" "In my youth," Aunty Mary replied to her niece, "I thought it might help the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again & again." "You are old," said the niece, "as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you lithely carried 10 bags of clothes from the shops- Pray, what is the reason for that?" "In my youth," she said with her perfect-white false teeth, "I kept all my limbs very supple By beating my husband daily with the broom. We certainly were an outstanding couple!" "You are old," said the niece, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than soup, Yet you finished the chicken, ...