Francie Lynch

Tramps - Poem by Francie Lynch

Mammy fried her food,
On Hallowe'en.
Every e'en.
It was chops and tomatoes.
Then the grease from the pan
Was smeared on our faces,
And loose tea used for the unshaven look.
Brilliant and no charge.
The disguise was indistinguishable.

Topic(s) of this poem: family

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

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