A woman named GormlessA Poem by Arsenic NemesisSome of the most important people in your life will have a pet name...Go-o-ormless~ What is that vile smell, pouring in from my kitchen? Rotten flesh, dipped in a jar of vinegar? WELL it’s none other than Gormless! She has arrived on the most bitter of days, dragging her lifeless body up my drive, to my door, “Ding-Dong!” “Alright, Liz?” mother greets with a smile. The woman, with greys in her hair matches the gesture, scraping her feet onto the welcome mat. “Still dying my hair?” she queries. I pause in my seat - now who could that be? Grab the shovel, take aim for the head; they have arrived! OH NO WAIT it’s just Gormless. A humble, chip-shop lady at heart; working part time as a dinner lady in my old secondary school. So, that’s the vinegar I smell... SNIFF; the rotting flesh is just her :) “Bye, Gormless,” I say with a grin, noticing her headwear I add, “nice hat” She grins her rotten teeth onto me. “Aw, thank you” Then she takes her smell outside. © 2011 Arsenic NemesisAuthor's Note
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