Mrs. Heather

Mrs. Heather

There lived a lady Mrs. Heather
Who was frail and tiny like a feather
She nodded and adjusted with a frown 
Every time the wind blew her floral gown

She was the Secretary of the Ladies Club
One could find her enjoying happy hours at the pub
She took everything with a pinch of salt
As she sipped her single malt

Her hair was streaked in various hues
She loved to hum the classic blues
There was never a dull moment around her
As she regaled others with her stories of fun and laughter.

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