Glennis Lee,
Was one-hundred-and-three,
Had more great-grandchildren,
Than leaves on a tree.
She’d worn out 3 husbands,
More lovers than that,
She’d outlived her doctors,
Accountants, and cats.
She was the perennial toast,
Of the “Old Soldier’s” Club,
Downed shots of tequila,
At the Longshoreman’s Pub.
None saw her leave any party alone,
She cooked Sunday breakfast,
When toughs brought her home.
They left awed at her passion,
Her beauty,
Her smarts,
And the tattoo of Elvis she had on her arse.
Paula Lyons, MD
1/20/1994
3 Responses
I loved it. Again a not too complementary mother/daughter poem but it
has the spark that is Glennis.
I don’t even know how to respond to that.
Well, when the girls were little, I wanted them to laugh at these poems (which they did). Also, as I could already see they’d each be hellions in their own way, it seemed only natural to envision them having futures as strong and “unconventional” women! Plus, Margeaux really does have extremely long toes! ?