A way of life

by Michael   Nov 6, 2022


There was an old lady,
who lived on the floor.
She shuffled her bum,
and opened the door.
She shuffled all day
and shuffled all night
then rested beneath
a magnificent light.
This light of bright lunar
came rays of the moon
and there she would rest
from then until noon.
When she would wake
her buttocks were sore
but still that old lady
still shuffled the floor

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