Number 39, Mrs. Bing.

Mrs. Bing.

Mrs. Bing cannot remember,

All the days that hath November,

Forgetting almost everything;

She only knows she’s Mrs. Bing!

She is the one they always said;

If not screwed on would lose her head,

Scatty was a word they used;

And teasing her kept them amused!

One day she went out in the nude,

Forgetting that it’s rather rude,

While causing people some surprise,

The boys could not believe their eyes!

She turned back when she reached the gate,

But by now it was much too late;

A lad had used his mobile phone,

To e-mail photos to his home!

His dad worked for the local paper,

And thought the pics a proper caper;

Next day Mrs Bing appeared,

Exactly in the way she feared!

But by the time it hit the shops,

Mrs. Bing had clean forgot;

Something else was on her mind;

Her door key she was trying to find!

It therefore came as quite a shock,

To find the shop had got in stock;

The paper with her features printed,

On many copies freshly minted.

Some things embarrass Mrs Bing,

But after studying the thing,

Her discomfort had slowly eased,

Till she became secretly pleased!

The photos showed her in a light,

That made her really look alright.

And though it made the boys all snigger,

She clearly had a cracking figure!

© Stephen Saunders

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