A group of ladies numbered three
Woke at dawn and went to tea
They stirred into their china cups a shot of Irish whiskey
They socialised until eleven
Talking politics and religion
They ordered brunch and stayed ‘til lunch and had a juice with gin
One was rural, one suburban, one was from the ghetto
One spoke alto, one spoke bass, and one spoke in falsetto
They counted hours by the pint, each chased with amaretto
Ere supper gone and evening come
Three ladies went home feeling numb
They went to bed with buttered bread and a snifter full of rum
love the melodic flow
This poem is so fun to read. I love the them and the rhyming scheme-absolutely perfect. The sing song nature works very well here. The descriptions of the ladies are hilarious!
I love these lines:
“One was rural, one suburban, one was from the ghetto
One spoke alto, one spoke bass, and one spoke in falsetto
They counted hours by the pint, each chased with amaretto”
This has such a playful tone- my favourite!
Ahhh, I love this! It’s like a limerick, a little naughty and a lot of fun. I wish I was this skillful with rhyme!
i like it. Very nice. Almost like a song.
Ana
This made me laugh. Such a good poem. Engaging.
Thanks, all! Lots of love for this one. I’m glad I was able to finish off with a bang!