Tea lady Miss MaisyA Story by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)As I go Late at night stupid
Miss Maisy ran the pink tea room
It was out in the outer west dryest suburbs Not quite the sticks But I can tell ya you city slickers Never came To miss maisys pink tea room The word got around Through all the town That miss maisy Had a beau He’s handsome too Said melva eating double Slice of chocolate cake All sliding halfway down her prim and Proper face Really said her friend of twenty years I thought miss maisy rather plain I dont know what he sees in her I’d give him one of my you know what fors She said to melva arranging her yellow Tinted hair like some spring has sprung old Buttercup Well I do declare it’s him right there Said the two in unison too Oh he’s a catch but what a match I’m afraid it’s just not fair and Will not do There’s just no eligible men around With a full head o’hair around these days In this lonely outback town So dusty you could choke on its Dust right there Said Melva with her Horty torty air I know said her friend of twenty years Let’s go. Closer give him a good look Up and down see if he has the get up and Go To keep that miss maisy happy old maid miss Maisy sook So off they went and sat at the booth Right next to him He tipped his hat Said hello ladies then gulped his tea Right down and said aloud as he pulled out His chair Would you two be the towns Ladies to show a man around the town I’m here for a week and not a soul Do I know Except my brother sitting over there There they looked and who but maisy Could they see With her beau That’s his twin brother it must be So Melva and her friend of twenty Years Showed the stranger in town All around the dusty streets Up that avenue into pubs on corner For ice cold beers To Post office and this n that And when the time was nigh to bid Goodbye The man walked away And disappeared into thin Hot air up some long forgotten dusty road Heading north So there alone they stood ‘‘Twas Melva and her friend of Twenty years They had met the famous twin ghosts Of that towns earlier gold rush years They ran back to Miss Maisy s pink tea room And all they saw was a skyscraper With a revolving restaurant on top I told ya Melva fifty times not to Wish to travel in time Well never meet mr right With his full head o hair This way Let’s go back to our own time now So they closed their eyes Said their magic wish And woosh They landed in miss Maisie’s pink tea room This time they were happy to be back Sipping tea and eating cake And chatting about this n that No need to find a man they Thought No man in this town Has enough real hair anyways And they were a dinki Di pair of B*****s anyhow ! What man would want You anyhow said Melva to her Friend of twenty years Just then they saw miss Maisy running out the Door It seems she was stuck in a time warp too She disappeared without even a bade goodbye Never to ever reappear And Melva and her friend of twenty years Ran miss maisys pink tea room Till they sold it to live out their golden Buttercup years So that’s the story of Miss Maisy s pink tea room It still stands here With a dusty old broom out front And Melva and her friend of twenty years Have long since gone From this dusty town To live out their golden olden yellow buttercup years © 2018 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 22, 2018 Last Updated on January 22, 2018 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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