A Mansion Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * A MANSION *-

I walked into a Mansion,
A butler at my stead.
A wafer on my pillow,
As the maid turned down my bed.

I could call down for a sandwich
Before the strike of nine,
But we'd eaten in the dining room
So now, I felt just fine.

In my Powderoom was a basket
Made up especially for me:
Of bath oil, shampoo, conditioner,
And Champagne just to be.

The Doorman called me Madam,
The Maid just called me M'am.
The Butler walked me to my door.
Now, you know- how special I am.

But, soon, we'd have to check out
And back to our home we'd fly.
I want another Business Trip! ! !
Oh, Gee! ! ! I want to cry! ! ! ! ! ! !

Author: Carolyn Ford

© 3-16-1987
Ms Caroline