Has she finally gone and left us?
Moved to another Jay Bee Dee flat?
She always threatened to do so,
But we could not be sure of that.
She had a raucous and loud voice,
And was opinionated too,
Spoke her mind quite often
To me and also to you.
She wished for a ground floor flat,
Has she jumped from the Frying Pan into the Fire?
To make new friends and acquaintances,
Is not what I should desire.
Will she be missed by our Tenants?
Will her ears be burning red?
Will the move today have been a mistake?
Made ~ whilst I was still in bed.
She spoke of a move quite often,
Until the day came finally near,
We joked about Flags and Farewell Parties,
Not things that she wanted to hear.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 18 April 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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