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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