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.

[JustDaniel]

This is a cute, taut piece, Ali!

I assume the parts that are NOT true include her rubbing her eyes and their getting larger? LOL

Of course I offer not critique here, since forum is for you to display your finished work (which of course you may go into at any time and edit, since, as they say, no poet's work is ever 'finished'.

deLightingly, Daniel

[Ali zonak]

This is a cute, taut piece, Ali!

I assume the parts that are NOT true include her rubbing her eyes and their getting larger? LOL

Of course I offer not critique here, since forum is for you to display your finished work (which of course you may go into at any time and edit, since, as they say, no poet's work is ever 'finished'.

deLightingly, Daniel

Daniel,
as said, the story is nearly factual. It's been rumored that the Indian mummy had been stolen from the museum and dumped into one of our many canals--eventually to be mocked by one so-called poet whose previous alias has been changed at the request of his embarrassed wife who is not a mummy, but the mommy of one grown-up boy and grand-mammy of two grandchildren, and one in the making, due in July. True, (A poet's work is never finished," and therefore I ought to get back to my regular day's job, which is . . .doing nufffin. Cheers, Ali.

[JustDaniel]

Ah, how I wish I could have that job!!

[Ali zonak]

Ah, how I wish I could have that job!!

Yeah, it's a nice job, still--it's slowly killing me, lol. Thanks Daniel, Ali