Heart Of The Matter
DOWN SHROPSHIRE WAY, Miss Penelope Reclines!
The curtains are a-twitching,
Down by Shropshire way,
And Miss Penelope McLean,
Has sadly, had her day,
She had a little tipple,
And gave one to the Mayor,
I must protest! The gossiping!
Is decidedly unfair!
Now surely, one would not expect,
A lady, such as she,
Would spit it in the gutter,
When the wine was flowing free,
Nay, my winsome, wasteful lad!
She held on to her sips,
Though she fell amongst the bottles,
Not one drop passed her lips!
No comment from the mighty Mayor,
Complaining of attack,
The wine was made from parsnips …
An aphrodisiac!
Linda Harnett ©2009
This is a reply to my favourite, Shropshire poet, with a decidedly Scottish name!
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DOWN SHROPSHIRE WAY, Miss Penelope Reclines!
DOWN SHROPSHIRE WAY, Miss Penelope Reclines!
