Bye, Bye Lady

In a pristine little colony
atop a tiny hill
there lived a little lady
Working in a little mill
She wore a dress and stockings
and shirt to match her shoes
When official news came to her
She really felt the blues
According to the paper
the mill was closing down
and now that little lady
would have to move right out of town.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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