WHO IS SHE?

WHO IS SHE??

Who is this little old lady, who comes and visits daily ?
She stops by every morning and always  stays too late ..

I see her in the mirror or as I pass a window glass..
She stays in stride with me ..
God knows I try to pass ..

She's crazy as a coot, she laughs at all my jokes..
If I didn't know much  better, she's related to MY folks..

Her hair is getting thin and she colors it ta-boot!!
What ? She thinks it makes her younger?
I've got news ...
IT DON'T !!

Her boobs are long and saggy, her lips are creased and deep..
She is older than she thinks,
My gawd,  she's such a creep !!

I try with all that's in me, to ditch "Granny Tag a Long"..
But everywhere I turn, she's right where I belong..

" Oh my goodness Gracious"
" Oh My  Stars, good Grief"
For me there is no rest,
For me there is NO PEACE!!
  (My gawd, she talks like me)...

She's with me all day long..
She's with me night time too ..she seems to know each clue..

So tomorrow when I wake and  start another day ..
I am hoping she got lost,
It is all  I want and  pray !!

Patsy McNutt Morgan
09/15/11
Revised 06/05/14