Heart Of The Matter
Matron
Now Matron looked so matronly,
A stern and sombre sight,
But no one would have known her,
When she went out at night,
When darkness fell she hit the town,
She liked to party still,
For all day long she spent her time,
With people who were ill,
She'd dress herself in leather,
And knee high snakeskin boots,
With ladders in her stockings,
Blonde hair with dark brown roots,
She wore a full-length fox fur coat,
To keep out winter's chill,
So tired of being conservative,
This Matron's out to kill,
She danced in red stilettos,
A skirt she wore too high,
It was such a transformation,
For by day, she seemed so shy,
Tucked up in bed by two am,
Back on the ward by eight,
Yes, Matron liked to party,
But God help you,
If you're late.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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