Nursemaid

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #116 “July 4th, 2016”

With her apron full of starch,

Shiny walnut skin,

Plucked eyebrows over-arched,

The protean nursemaid

Probes with her proboscis

Into ears and hair,

Hoping to find something

Trampling there,

Some mini-beast

To lure into her lair.

 

She is no wallflower,

With her staccato voice

And piercing glower,

Checking on the nursery every hour,

Waltzing from room to room,

Churning and spreading fear and gloom

Like butter.

 

The substitute mummy

Rarely spits out her dummy,

But when she does get in a strop,

It’s fireworks for everyone,

She pulls out all the stops.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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