Jayne Davies

Rookie - 189 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

When I Knew Gwennie - Poem by Jayne Davies

I knew an old lady called Gwennie,
She'd swindle you out of a penny!
She ran a small shop,
Where we'd often stop,
Good manners?
She didn't have any!
Her eyes were as dark as coal,
She was, quite a devious soul,
She had a sharp tongue,
When she used it we'd run!
On her face sat a rather large mole.
She lived with her dog called Penny,
The poor thing was stuck with old Gwennie!
There's many a day,
When I'd hear Gwennie say,
Get from under my feet, stupid Penny! !
She worked alongside her son,
And he was the only one,
With that look in his eye,
As he passed her by,
He could melt her like snow in the sun.
I once heard she took in a lodger,
Fully trained like the Artful Dodger,
Her pet monkey would pilfer his pockets at night!
He was left a bewildered old codger!
Well Gwen never changed her spots!
So her money built up in the pot,
She died a rich lady!
A life lived so shady,
That old girl, I have never forgot!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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