Mummy Goes Shopping, rhymed Options

[Ali zonak]

(this poem is [in part] about an actual event that, some years ago, occurred in my Western Cow town)

Mummy Goes Shopping

It was a heavy monsoon rain
that flushed her down the hill;
too long the mummy there had lain—
in rags without a thought or will.

But once dislodged by the deluge,
the ancient gal soon left her site
in tattered garments and some beads;
she truly was a sorry sight.

She washed down only yesterday,
then flushed into the town's canal
that passes through our western town
with just one mercantile. That gal,

by now quite stitch-less and ensnared
among some shrubs, she rubbed her eyes,
gazed at the store's ”Big Discount” sign,
and then her eyes grew large as pies:

Oh, all those ladies’ needful things,
cute bags and shoes, fine lingerie
at discounts—40% off;
there was a whole lot more to see--

What woman can resist such deal?
Dead or alive, it has appeal.