The bend on road
Where a tree greeted me tall
God forbid; stood Mrs. Sarcasm
Oh hello Mrs. Sarcasm! How do you do
Rather cheerfully I asked
And her nose nasty up in the air
Flared and swelled scarlet
Snapped contempt on my face; now pale white
“Until you my dear,
I was all fine and sane “
Mrs. Sarcasm sighs and goes.
A few feet away stood Miss Hoity Pouty
The Striking sculpt of fashion though
For eternity had a pasted pout
“Oh! Hello Mrs. Hoity Pouty..
What a lovely Dress!”
Her Pout now even clearer
“Wherever did you get this poor excuse of a dress?”
Whatever!!! Miss Pouty cursed aloud and dashed away
Clouds drew together darkening all around into pitch black
Under my own steam steadily I went on
When Mr. Grumpy put on the brakes
His cycle tetchily splashed dirt on me
“Hey you little missy, death isn’t for you now
You be worthy of all this dirt for walking on road”
Sorry Mr. Grumpy, Good Day!!
Grunting aloud, angry old Grumpy
Went all the way grumbling and mumbling.
Finally I could see my home
And there stood under the yellow blooms
Of Cassia Fistula, Mrs. Always Good!!!