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My Mother is Leery of Widow Walpole
by Jane E Pearce
A peaceful life by the sea
on a sunny windswept shoal,
until fate brought suddenly
a new neighbor-young widow Walpole.
She pranced around in a pink cleavage blouse,
and a very tight black mini skirt,
while she made sure Dad was at the house
where she came in to brazenly flirt.
My mother is leery of widow Walpole
She hears of the wonderful portraits he paints,
and his pride hourly grows.
She says "I'm going to faint"
when he innocently asks her to pose.
My mother is leery of widow Walpole
They went upstairs (just what she was hopin')
Mother was aghast at the thought,
She yelled "Keep that studio door open!"
Things around the place were taut.
Mother is leery of widow Walpole
Only a short time went by
when down came the "widder",
"what's with that guy-
is he just a kidder?"
My mother, relieved, gave a long sigh,
and looked at those cheap sexy togs
"You wasted your time my dear, on my guy-
he only paints portraits of dogs!"
01/04/2004 Posted on 01/05/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
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