Lilly, Poor Lilly

Lilly, poor Lilly socked her face again
With blood matted hair, she could feel no pain

Good old Merty rocked on her toes
and waited to punch someone’s nose.

Sad angry Jackie, marched to the door
and made the bird cage crash to the floor.

Daisy was there, and her husband — the post
and a lady in white took fat Sadie’s toast.

Rebellious young Olive spat out her pill
then they shot her full of Amytal.

Lulabelle White pulling off her dress
ran out the door and down to mess.

While in the corner, where I have been,
I nodded off to sleep, again.