Be’s such a lovely
Native New Yorker an’
She can never catch her a hubby.
“Now why may it be?”
Always asks she.
“Am I too silly, annoying, or chubby?”
She soon found an advertisy
Done as a courtesy
For women who couldn’t get a groom,
Who came so close to marriage
But for a miscarriage
Of justice or etiquette fell,
Just a little bit short (O such doom.)
The ad said ‘Ladies this is
A group named the Near Mrs.
For girlies who can’t find a Mr.
If you join us, dear lassie,
You’ll be lovely and classy,
And then we shall call you our sister.’
I went for a play on words this time around. Off A Little/Near Mrs.
has given us this week’s Twiglet.