(for Jean Whitlam, Exeter Bridge Club)
Welcome to our bridge club.
We are Hetty and Kate.
Would you like a cup of tea?
There isn’t long to wait.
A pair of sweet old ladies.
A piece of cake, it seemed,
But when he left their table
He pulled his hair and screamed.
Each brain is just like Einstein’s,
Each soul a ravening beast,
And if they leave you tearful
They won’t mind in the least.
Just hesitate a moment
And then pull out a “Pass”,
You’ll soon see the flash of steel
And stab wounds in your (leg) .
Colonel Mitchell shot himself,
He couldn’t face their ire.
They tossed a burning Ace of Trumps
To light his funeral pyre.
But they are sweet old ladies,
And they’ll do as they please.
They’ll offer you a piece of cake,
Then execute a squeeze.
May 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem