There once was my neighbour a lady mad
Alone she lived and her life was very sad.
Walk over to her and ask her for apples three
Beat you she will with a cane, no time to spree.
Tattered filthy rags strewn here and there
Her appearance gives anyone a scare.
Gnarled fingernails, tangled mane, hunched like a ball,
Infirmity, poverty and loneliness being her thrall.
I chanced upon her on a cold rainy day,
Tired, shivering, withered on the floor she lay.
Rescue her I shall from her plight I decided,
With yummy steaming food I ran, no rain subsided.
Once at her gate, my mind made me falter,
Summoned up courage and I waded through the water,
"Miss, do you hear me, it is your lovely neighbour" I said,
"Here is some delicious food for you, ready to be fed?".
Like a hot flash of white, lightning struck,
Thunder bellowed and I glanced at her dumbstruck.
Wrinkled, shrivelled she lay there unmoving,
I bent down gently, held out the food, the lid removing.
But alas, no movement she made whatsoever,
Prodded her, a million times called out to her.
Such is how I found her, her soul gone away like vapour.
Poor lady, the mad lady, my not-so-lovely neighbour!
Alone she lived and her life was very sad.
Walk over to her and ask her for apples threeBeat you she will with a cane, no time to spree.
Tattered filthy rags strewn here and there
Her appearance gives anyone a scare.
Gnarled fingernails, tangled mane, hunched like a ball,
Infirmity, poverty and loneliness being her thrall.
I chanced upon her on a cold rainy day,
Tired, shivering, withered on the floor she lay.
Rescue her I shall from her plight I decided,
With yummy steaming food I ran, no rain subsided.
Once at her gate, my mind made me falter,
Summoned up courage and I waded through the water,
"Miss, do you hear me, it is your lovely neighbour" I said,
"Here is some delicious food for you, ready to be fed?".
Like a hot flash of white, lightning struck,
Thunder bellowed and I glanced at her dumbstruck.
Wrinkled, shrivelled she lay there unmoving,
I bent down gently, held out the food, the lid removing.
But alas, no movement she made whatsoever,
Prodded her, a million times called out to her.
Such is how I found her, her soul gone away like vapour.
Poor lady, the mad lady, my not-so-lovely neighbour!
