SENILITY

Walking cane, you’ll have to wait,
My dolly sits upon her chair.
Why did I rush to fill these shoes
And leave my dolly sitting there?

Dad’s wool socks in mommy’s bra,
Pretending that my breasts were real;
How could I know at age of ten
How hurtful being grown would feel?

Skip, skip, skip to my Lou,
Flies in the buttermilk shoo fly shoo;
Dolly, why are you still there…
I said it’s time to comb your hair.