There was something strange going on in the house. <br />Everyone seemed quiet as a mouse. <br /> <br />I was a little uneasy walking through the living room <br />when I heard somewhat of a boom, boom. <br /> <br />To my surprise, standing at the top of the stairs <br />was old Mrs. McClurry, dressed in her wares. <br /> <br />Dressed for dinner in a mink coat long to the floor, <br />sashing and swaying headed toward the front door. <br /> <br />A close-up view was very distressing, <br />her makeup was rather depressing. <br /> <br />She turned, looked and smiled at me, <br />winked and opened her coat you see. <br /> <br />Oh dear, I was in shock, <br />for underneath she wore no frock. <br /> <br />Just another work day in this old nursing home, <br />now and again a tenant will roam. <br /> <br />(A True Story) <br /> <br />Written: June 27,2007<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/921-dressed-for-dinner/
