The Crone ran short of gossip so she went to the top of the palm
Crone was running short of things to say
so she had the little monkey take her once more
to the top of the palm tree, near to the shore
where she took her binoculars
found in her sights:
a pirate ship pirating
a miners minering
a lazy lady sleeping in a hammock on Owl Island
a boss lady wielding a whip
a doll maker making a magic doll
two other old crones, was that a brawl?
photographers photographing all of the sights
and an old man with a lantern lighting the lights
by day
What are they doing? remains to be seen
she thinks they planning the dread
hallowe’en
Her note pad is full so she waits to be taken
back to her computer to get it all down
before the ink fades
and she’s driven from town
I love it!
lorigloyd
October 8, 2006 at 2:48 am
great shoes, a crone with class and a sense of fun, the very best kind.
aletta mes
October 8, 2006 at 8:30 am
Ah — a new version of the neighbor lady peeping through her blinds at the goings on –
something from my youth that I miss
faucon
October 9, 2006 at 12:59 pm
Of Course, dear Faucon. And what else is an old lady expected to do?
cronelogical
October 9, 2006 at 1:45 pm
Of course, dear Faucon. What else is an old lady expected to do? Fran
cronelogical
October 9, 2006 at 1:54 pm
Brilliant!
jan2
November 4, 2006 at 10:07 pm