Michael Edwards

Mrs BROWN

 

 

MRS BROWN

 

My poor ears

were assaulted

so I put on

my coat

( an old grey one)

and slipped

quietly

out of the house.

 

I walked

slowly,

(no one saw me)

and I whistled

(no one heard me),

and I kept walking;

 

When I reached

the viaduct,

there was Mrs Brown

(the gossip).

she was wearing

pink night wear.

 

She was

putting out

the bins

(and looking very cold).

 

Mrs Brown

looked up

and saw me

and beckoned me

with her bony finger.

 

I gave her my

‘How nice to see you’

smile;

and she started

talking

and talking. 

 

I mumbled

and nodded

at the right times,

(I’ve no idea what

she was talking about).

and then

she asked:

‘How are you?’

 

I told her

my prostate

was playing up

(quick thinking on my part)

and I said

‘I need a wee’

(I didn’t really).

 

Well

it worked

I managed

to get away

and I went back home

(where I slumped in my armchair0

and my wife

(who sat beside me)

started talking about

(guess what),

yes

Mrs Brown

( the gossip).

 

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © March 2018