Poem of the Day

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They Danced in the Town

 

Grandmother Mulligan never left the house,

not once in ninety-eight years.

She could hardly talk and she could not walk –

but, she still had a very fine time,

oh yes, she still had a very fine time.

 

For every night as she slept, her nose crept away,

and danced in the town with her ears, her ears.

Danced in the town with her ears.

 

Little old lady, Penelope Simms,

had aches in her toenails and all of her limbs.

Her back was hunched, her walk was slow –

there wasn’t much difference from Stop and Go –

but, she still had a very fine time,

oh yes, she still had a very fine time.

 

For every night as she slept, her toes crept away,

and danced in the town with her ears, her ears.

Danced in the town with her ears.

 

Dear old Doddie had a clapped out body,

she was wrapped in a plaster cast.

She could not itch, she could not twitch,

her life was fading fast –

but, she still had a very fine time,

oh yes, she still had a very fine time.

For every night as she slept, her nose crept away,

and danced in the town with her ears, her ears.

Danced in the town with her ears!

 

© Bill Condon

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