Doris’s Day Out
Doris may no longer be
the beauty on the block,
but she’s still a queen of elegance.
Now, she is too slow to catch
the young and fast, the rash,
but she does so love to run.
So I took her for a day out:
well, I took her to a wedding,
for the pleasure of the bride.
She was scrubbed
and cleaned
and wore two
pretty white ribbons;
she looked glorious in the sun.
But my Doris is getting old.
I must raid and pull apart
the corpses of her siblings
to keep her in good health.
Such things have got too casual.
Elle s’appelle Doris, ma DS.
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