Rocking-chair Gertie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a silly look at a silly situation that is taking place in a small town.

Submitted: January 27, 2016

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Submitted: January 27, 2016



 The house on Tangerine Lane

Is a two story beauty, laid bare,

It was once the talk of the town

But has fallen in much disrepair.


The garden is nothing but weeds

And the Roses have died, long ago;

The trellises are warped and broken

And the porch-roof sports a big hole.


On the balcony, rocking, is Gertrude Polk

In the shade of the massive Oak Trees,

Knitting-needles, bobbing and waving

In the warmth of a summertime breeze.


Knit-one, Pearl-two, as needles often do,

She's a blessing when you're in a bind. 

Baby clothes or a sweeter, gloves, even better,

Gertie's products are the best of their kind.


Gertie's husband went to his final reward

While repairing the roof with tin;

He fell through the roof and onto the porch,

So she left that hole in remembrance of him.


Nothing gets fixed, now that he's gone,

So it's a wonder that she's living up there.

She says that she'll join her Hubby in heaven

When the creaking floor rots from under her chair.


Rocking-chair Gertie, that’s her name to fame

And her soft knitted clothes are as warm as her soul.

So take her your order while you have got time

'cause God only knows when that floor's going to go.



 JE Falcon


Rew. 01-19-2019

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