One Lump Or Two Poem by Ima Ryma
One Lump Or Two
Old Widow Jones walked down the street.
She knew she was a little late.
Well, she did not have track star feet;
Her club tea would just have to wait.
Then suddenly came the attack.
Two men - one tried to grab her purse.
Her cane beat him whack after whack.
All he could do was bleed and curse.
The widow then turned to confront
The other punk with her left hook.
He went down with just a grunt.
The cops pulled up to take a look.
The muggers begged for custody.
Old Widow Jones walked on to tea.
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4/25/2024 3:48:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aloha Ima... Wicked older women... I like this thought... in this context... However, I took a lot of lickings from older women when I was quite young... I was raised in a Methodist Children' Home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina...99 Reynolda Road... so in that context... I must think a bit about how cruel some of those Older Women were to me... in my name... Please allow me to indroduce myself... IAM a man again... of some change and infamy... Guess Who! All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two