Mildred MacAdam

A Poem by john l smith

dancing

Mildred MacAdam was a madam

Who spent her time away

From ordeals with potato peels

Spending her time in another way

I heard from a source, she rode a seahorse

Which pranced by the light of the moon

Over the seas with a tropical breeze

Surfing on a silvery spoon

With high heel shoes and a shot of booze

To help her on her way

She’d dance through the night, at a tropical site

Doing the salt seahorse ballet

This exotic dance left all in a trance

For which they were glad to pay

And were it not for an unfortunate blot

They’d be still dancing there today

But she got snagged, on the float of a boat

And in salt, she was packed away

Then cooked in batter with lotsa butter

To be served on a silver tray

If you see this madam on her seahorse

Being served in just this way

Put on your exotic, high heel shoes

And dance with them round that tray

© 2019 john l smith

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Dave	I don't know exactly why, but this sounds yummy! Take care - Dave Posted 5 Years Ago I don't know exactly why, but this sounds yummy! Take care - Dave Rating /100

Paul Bell

See, this is the sort of girl I would take home to my parents, who would then tell me under no circumstances was I marrying her. Probably why I'm bitter and broken. Mind you, if she's getting served for dinner, then that's a sort of a marriage.