Agony Aunt - Poem by Matt Mooney
The merry widow in her home,
So proud of her tidy residence,
Hostess to all who rambled in-
No age barrier or code of entry.
Seated beyond, beside the fire,
Always happy to have visitors.
Summer or winter all the same,
Goodhumoured, so dependable.
Sitting back while storytelling-
Smoking Carrolls number one;
Listening to the bits and pieces
That could be told to her alone
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