Wringer Washing Machines

Hi Ailea!! I won't bother Von on the HOW site for a while. I feel guilty infringing on his territory. I like the interaction and I'm convinced, it has something to do with being artistically talented, that designers have an off-the-wall sense of humor that I appreciate. I hope your studies are going well and you will be extremely successful in your field. Let me hear from you often and don't feel like you're rambling, everyone needs an outlet.

So, wwwwwhhhhhhheeeeerrrrreeeee are the commentors? I don't think this Blog is going anywhere or maybe it's just too boring. When I have the capacity to post pictures on the site maybe that will be helpful.

Another gorgeous day, 78 degrees, perfect! Should have been doing something fun but instead I worked inside most of the day. We did eat lunch on the patio to the accompaniment of the neighbor's rented gas wood splitter. They had several trees cut down and he kept some of the wood for their fireplace insert.

Maybe that's why I didn't care to spend too much time outside. Kind of ironic, they cut all the trees down, no shade, so he had to erect a large umbrella to sit under while he split the wood. There's humor in everything. Now their dogs have to lay in the shade of the garage and the back of their house is baking (the bedroom side).

I worked on some of my poetry today. The mood comes and goes and some of the strangest things inspire me. I was thinking about all the times I did the laundry for my mother on an old Kenmore (Sears brand) wringer washer. When my friends were swimming or at the show, there was Carol filling the machine with water as hot as I could get it, sorting the clothes by color; white, light, medium and dark colors, rugs and rags.

I would add the detergent, a little bleach and the first few loads would be the whites for 15 minutes of sloshing and chugging. The machine had a handle on the side that you would push, just like the clutch on a car, to start and stop it. I can still remember the sounds and smells of washday.

While the wash was glugging back and forth I would fill the sink with cold water and position the wringers just right. I wuld turn the machine off and I would have to lift the clothes out with a broomstick because the water was too hot to put your hands in. Then I would gingerly pull the cloth off the end of the broomstick, start the rollers and guide the cloth into the center. You had to be careful not to get too much cloth in one place or the wringers would get stuck and stop. The clothes would go through the wringers and into the cold water for rinsing. Usually you would stand by the sink and dunk the clothes up and down in the cold water and feed them through the wringers, then empty the sink, refill with cold water and do the whole thing over again. Then a final journey through the wringer into the laundry basket.

While all of this interesting and exciting rinsing was going on you would have started the second load of white or lightly colored clothes. Then it was a trip out the back door to the clotheslines. They had to be wiped down with a damp cloth first, otherwise you would have black marks on the corners of the clothing you were hanging up that overlapped the lines where you put the clothespins. I would shake out the clothes one by one and hang them up. Back inside to repeat the steps for each load. The medium colors went in next, when they were done the darks were washed and last of all the very dirty items like rugs and cleaning rags. Numerous trips to the clotheslines. You also had to be careful that there weren't any earwigs in the clothespins, they loved to hide in the little nooks and crannies and would pinch you. Ick!

The last step in the washing cycle was to empty the dirty water out of the machine. You were lucky if you had a hose and pump but the one we had didn't. It was emptied by placing a bucket under the spout, turning the valve to let the water out, shut the valve off, empty the bucket.....over and over again, probably about 25 times. The machine had to be rinsed and wiped dry before you could roll it into the storage area until the next wash day. You didn't wear loose clothing and were never careless around the wringers. I was pinched many a time. Wringers and earwigs...washday nemesis!!

That was only half the job. When the clothes were dry they were taken down, folded and put away. When the job was finished I was too tired to do anything else. One of my fondest memories was getting into a bed that had fresh, air dried sheets. They smell so good!! I miss that, I don't miss the washing/rinsing part at all. We didn't get an automatic washer and dryer until I was around 16.

Enjoy the rest of the weekend and God bless.

Later

Carol

Here's one of my poems that fits well with the subject.

WASHING
By Carol Glitschka 10/24/98

SEPARATE THE WHITE FROM COLORED,
THEN COLORED FROM EACH OTHER.
REDS, GREENS, PURPLES, BLUES
VARIED TONES AND SHADES AND HUES.

NOW YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE PILES
HERE COMES THE REAL TEST
SORT EACH COLOR NOW BY FABRIC
WHICH TEMP IS THE BEST?

HOT IS GREAT FOR STURDY THREADS,
BUT ONLY IF THEY'RE WHITE.
LUKEWARM FOR THE COLORFAST,
OF COURSE, TO KEEP THEM BRIGHT!

COLORS THAT RUN YOU WASH IN COLD,
THEY USUALLY COME OUT RIGID,
WELL, YOU WOULD TOO IF YOU'D BEEN SLOSHED
AROUND IN SOMETHING FRIGID.

DELICATE YOU WASH BY HAND
YOU KNOW - DAINTY, FRAGILE, LACY?
AFTER THESE INSTRUCTIONS
ARE YOU GETTING KIND OF SPACEY?

DON'T THROW THOSE NYLONS IN THE WASHER!
NOT EVEN JUST A FEW,
YOU'LL WIND UP WITH A CHINESE KNOT
A SAILOR COULDN'T UNDO!

A TERRY TOWEL MIXED IN WITH DARKS
WILL MAKE YOU WANT TO SCREAM.
YOU'LL FIND A FIELD OF LITTLE PILLS
ON EVERY INCH AND SEAM.

WHAT'S COMMON TO THE UNINFORMED
TAKES A MASTER TO PERFORM.
THE WASHING, CLEAN AND FOLDED
ALL DRY AND SOFT AND WARM.

I'm Back!

Hi! I'm Back. How was your week? I hope you were able to accomplish some of the things you intended and are ready to relax and enjoy the weekend as I am. Beautiful weekend it is - supposed to be 80 degrees tomorrow.

I'm almost finished updating my portion of the Driver Handbook. So much has changed since it was last done. Instructions to re-write, updated forms, it's the last big project and I'll be extremely ready to start a new school year.

Today I 'built' 8 skyscrapers, no wonder I'm tired, two were brick. A city jail, somber and grey with bars on the windows and a red beacon on top. One with green windows on top in honor of my daughter, Monica, who used to work in one just like it in Seattle. Actually I built them with paint on the wall mural in the drivers lounge entryway.

Permit me to sidetrack for a moment. Monica worked at Smith, Barney, Shearson Investment Brokers. It is a gorgeous building, inside and out, and we met her for lunch one beautiful afternoon. While walking down the stairs, inside the building, I was admiring the beautiful artwork hanging in niches adjacent to the stairway. As we descended further a large abstract painting caught my eye. It was highly textured and I stopped to examine the deep swirls and high ridges created by the artist's palette knife. They were rendered in bright, warm varying hues of red, orange and yellow. I leaned closer to get a better look and then I saw it - a Cheeto, laying in one of the yellow curves, so close in color as to be nearly undetectable. I thought "Finally, elevated to it's proper position of importance! By an artist with good taste!" (I'm currently looking for my second one!)

Back to the city, my husband calls it "McCartyville" in honor of my boss Mr. Ville - oh, sorry, McCarty. Hmmmmm! Maybe a sign saying "Welcome to McCartyville!" and as Garrison Keillor would say "Where all the women are good looking, all the men are intelligent and all the children are above average!"

There's an American flag flying on the green windowed building, a dish on top of another, several rooftop gardens with trees and bushes. The buildings are set in place with bushes and grass at the bottom and several trees have been painted. The housing development is 'under construction', houses based in beige, blue, grey and cream colors. On the property between the skyscrapers and road I plan to have a construction site with a bulldozer, dumptruck, crane, asphalt roller, men with shovels, plans and doing various chores (no butt cracks allowed) An engineer or two with tripod, of course piles of dirt and torn up roadway, construction cones and signs saying "Fines Double In Construction Zones."

Plan to have it done by next Wednesday so I can concentrate on the schoolhouse, playground equipment, kids at the bus top and finishing touches. I bought a metal table that looks rather old and antique that goes well with the metal umbrella stand, a trendy dried arrangement will look great on it. Im looking for a bookcase and small bench. Once I get the baseboards scrubbed (vinyl) the place will look quite 'uptown'.

Didn't feel much like painting a couple of days ago but I did finish the foliage on the trees by the barn, some with apples and some on the ground. I highlighted the fence surrounding the barnyard, put in some more bushes here and there and gave the school bus another coat of 'schoolbus yellow.' The roadway looks great with the striping down the middle. I might even paint myself in the window of one of the buildings (a dot with brown hair). Because of my love of detail, Ed, the custodian was teasing me and said to a co-worker "like the worm she painted coming out of the apple, did you see the smile on his face?"

Here's a poem I wrote about our hard working mechanics. They're a great bunch of guys and do a very important and excellent job.

God bless.

Later

Carol

YOU CAN COUNT ON THE GUYS!!!
Transportation Mechanics
By Carol Glitschka, 9/97

SLOW LEAKING TIRES, SLIT, FLAT OR BLOWN,
BRAKES THAT SQUEAL, SMOKE OR MOAN
BENT METAL EDGES THAT STICK OUT AND CUT
TIGHT SPACES FOR DROPPING A SCREW OR A NUT.

WIPERS WON’T WORK, CAN’T DRIVE IN THE RAIN
TROUBLE SHOOTING THE PROBLEM IS REALLY A PAIN,
WORKING ON MOTORS WITH RATTLES AND PINGS
ON TOP OF IT ALL YOU HAVE FAULTY “O” RINGS!

WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG THAT YOU’LL NEED TO FIX
EVERY DAY IS ANOTHER MECHANICAL MIX,
LAYING UNDER THE BUS, ON THE CREEPER, IS OLD
THE WEATHER IS WET AND AGAIN TURNING COLD.

YOU CHECK HOSES AND NOZZLES WITHOUT ANY THANKS
AND FILL TO THE BRIM THOSE UNDERGROUND TANKS.
MAKING SURE THAT THE DIESEL IS THERE WHEN NEEDED
SHOWING THAT COMPUTERIZED PRINT-OUTS WERE HEEDED.

WORK ORDERS FROM DRIVERS TO KEEP YOU INVOLVED
CHECKING AND TESTING TILL PROBLEMS ARE SOLVED.
ANOTHER FULL YEAR TO TINKER AND TOIL
BRAKE ADJUSTMENTS DUE AND CHANGING OF OIL.

GOOD THING THAT YOU’RE HERE TO PERFORM ALL THAT STUFF
TO KEEP BUSES REPAIRED - WE DON’T KNOW ENOUGH.
MECHANICS TO THE RESCUE MAKING ROAD CALLS
QUICK AND EFFICIENT IN BLUE OVERALLS!!

YOU'RE WORKING WITH FUMES, DIRT GREASE AND GRIME.
IN SUMMER IT'S HOT, WINTER YOU FREEZE.
WE NEED YOU TO DO THE JOB THAT YOU DO
THE THANKS YOU DESERVE IS LONG OVERDUE.

It's My Sister's Birthday Today

Ok, so I'll always be 6 years older than her but I'm taller and I can paint and I understand color theory! And poor Peggy had to stay at home for 13 more years after I left. Peggy (Margaret Louise [nee]O'Neall) is a Beautician. I will not forgive her for living in California all those years and not doing my hair for me. But then it forced me to learn to do my own, think of the $$ I've saved all these years, and I do mean ALL!

Happy birthday Peggy!! I love you. It's also a day of sad memories. I was widowed with five children to care for when my husband was killed by a drunk driver, hit head-on on his way home from work. Today would have been his birthday also. He was a good man and a wonderful father. I think I would have been a very different person perhaps if he hadn't come into my life. I had four children when we married and had been through a terrible marriage and divorce. I had no intention of marrying again and along came Gary.

He would mow my lawn, drive me to get groceries, offer to lend me money. He had been in the service during my divorce. I lived in the projects next door to his mother. (See, I know what it's like to be poor!) He would bring me groceries (sometimes flowers), he would mysteriously come up with a rug that no one wanted, his aunt didn't want the set of dishes he brought one day. He stalked me until I gave in.

He was a gentleman and my life changed for the better because of him. He moved us out of the projects into a home. He so wanted a child of his own and when Von was born he was sooooo proud! Gary had a great deal of artistic talent, I did too but it wasn't developed yet. Our son Von is an artistic wonder and has a Graphic Design business. Von was 9 months old when his father was killed. Happy birthday Gary........and Von, he loved you dearly!!

Sometimes the things I write about in my Blog are personal, funny, happy times and sad, terrible times. Please understand that it isn't an attempt to garner sympathy, rather, the intent is to give you cause for thought regarding how you handle adversity, unhappiness and difficult times in your life. No, I wasn't smiling and happy through the bad times, I cried and was miserable, I was a good wife and mother, kept a clean organized home, could cook, wasn't stupid (I don't think!) I couldn't understand how someone could marry you father children and then not care about you. I wouldn't see him for days on end, he wouldn't work and we ended up living in the projects.

I also was very much alone with no family support. But I learned that God loves me, as He does you, and I can actually say that there are times I have a hard time believing it was ME that lived through it all. Working nights, taking care of the children during the day and catching naps whenever I could. Washing clothes in the bathrub by hand and hanging them on a wooden clothes rack to dry. Washing the floors on hands and knees. Babysitting for food money.

Don't let other people's actions determine what your reaction is going to be. Keep a soft heart, don't be too quick to respond to anger and irritation, remember that others are going through hard times too, share more often, don't be afraid of what people will think of you if you share some of the bad times. On the other hand, don't be afraid to vent or complain as long as you don't make a habit of doing it daily! If you expect to be hurt at times it seems it doesn't hurt that much when it happens. Don't say "Why me?" Why not?

Trust that God will see you through, He's faithful! Above all, develop a sense of humor it can energize your soul and makes it so much easier to traverse the bumps of life. I love humor, jokes, funny stories, my friends and co-workers, no, I don't mean they're jokes. Listen more, talk less, ask people questions about themselves, you'd be surprised what you learn.

Use your talent for good, be proud of your accomplishments. If your parents are still alive tell them how much you love and appreciate them. If they weren't good parents - make something up!! If nothing else you'll shock them! (see what I mean about humor?) Hey dad, not a good idea storing all that homemade bottled beer on their sides in the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard. Sounded like the Fourth of July, smelled like yeast and hops for months and it isn't easy getting beer stains out of all the linens that were in the drawers below.

Hey, living with an alcoholic has it's humorous side too. Some fun some not. For instance: Fun - a bathtub full of cucumbers during pickle canning time, Not - dad vomiting every morning before he left for work, Fun - watching the lid of the pressure cooker fly across the kitchen, chicken and broth hitting the ceiling and everything else in the vicinity, Not - not being able to laugh!!! Fun - overhearing some of his off-color jokes, Not - never daring to voice how you really feel, Fun - watching dad turn the sod in the 4'X10' flowerbed with his newly purchased Sears & Roebuck rototiller so he could plant asparagus (couldn't do it without a rototiller), Not - dad in the auditorium balcony at my graduation ceremony, drunk and yelling, Fun - cleaning the house for mom and visiting when dad wasn't there.

I made up my mind that the memories of the bad times will always be there, but then, so will the good memories, so why not make the good memories the ones you enjoy the most and find humor in the bad? It took me years to come to the conclusion that I - am me, not who he said I was (I won't repeat that), besides it wasn't true. My worth doesn't come from someone else's opinion of me it comes from God. The same is true for you.

I hope this post served it's purpose. You are special, you are loved and you have something to share with the world and everyone in it.......don't miss the opportunity!!


God bless,

Later

Carol

Let's see.......which poem should I post tonight? I had forgotten this one but it fits.


WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE?
Carol Glitschka 2/2002


WE LIVE EACH DAY IN WISHES
WITHIN CONTRAINTS OF TIME
BENDING TO DEMANDS OF LIFE
UNTIL WELL PAST OUR PRIME.

TALENTS GONE UNTENDED
YEARNING FOR RELEASE
TRIED AND SADLY SET ASIDE
FRUSTRATION TO INCREASE.

DREAD AT THOUGHTS OF FAILURE
FEAR CLUTCHES AT THE HEART
INSPIRATION STAYS A WISH
AND NEVER GETS IT’S START.

IF YOU’RE AFRAID TO FAIL
YOU’LL NEVER TAKE A DARE
BUT IF YOU WANT SUCCESS
THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO START SOMEWHERE.

Make it Short

Had a lot to accomplish tonight so I'll make this short. Took Betsy for a walk and stopped along the way to pick Blackberries, they're almost perfect, just not sweet enough for my taste yet. But enough berries for cereal in the morning and a couple of tarts.

Very busy day at work as well as doing some more painting on the mural in the entry to the driver's lounge. Painted more grass and bushes (my least favorite thing to paint), finished the pond complete with ducks, cattails and water lilies. Put more snow on the mountain tops. I always paint more than I intended. Love the detail work.

Make your days productive and enjoyable, treat people with respect and kindness!

God bless!

Later


MY CATS
By Carol Glitschka, 10/15/96

FUR IS STUCK TO ALL MY CLOTHES
NO MATTER WHAT I WEAR
STICKY ROLLERS TAKE IT OFF
BUT ALWAYS LEAVE SOME THERE.

I SWEEP AND VACUUM EVERY DAY
SOMETIMES EVEN TWICE
NO FUR OR LITTER ON THE FLOOR
WOULDN’T THAT BE NICE?

HEAD BUMPS WHEN I’M SITTING
RUBS ON CALF AND SHIN
PET ME, FEED ME, LET ME OUT
NO, BETTER LET ME IN!

ON TOP OF THE ROCKER
JUST “HANGIN OUT”
HEARING THE RAIN
GURGLE OUT OF THE SPOUT

WATCHIN THE WIND
BLOW THE LEAVES BY
GUESS I’LL JUST STAY HERE
ALL WARM AND DRY.

THERE’S AN AFGHAN SOFT AND WARM
MY VERY OWN COMFY BED
BUT DO I SNUGGLE INTO IT?
NO - I PREFER YOUR BED INSTEAD!

HOW CAN A CAT SO SOFT AND LIGHT
BE A SACK OF LEAD ON MY BED AT NIGHT?
CAN’T MOVE OR RELAX, IT’S TIME TO COMPETE
IF I WANT MORE SPACE THEY ATTACK MY FEET!

TRIPS TO THE VET ARE A COSTLY VENTURE
FOR SHOTS OR PILLS OR SOMETIMES DENTURE
BUT IT’S WORTH THE FUSS AND MONEY TOO
CUZ THEY’RE MINE AND THAT’S WHAT OWNERS SHOULD DO.

ALL OF THEIR LOVE
AND THE GAMES THAT THEY PLAY
INFLATE MY HEART
EACH CAT FILLED DAY!

Stolen Bacon

It's 9:35 p.m. and 79 degrees, you can walk around in a tank top and shorts. There isn't a more beautiful place than the Pacific Northwest when we're having this kind of weather. Tomorrow the alarm goes off at 5:15 and I can go to work and spend the day in an air conditioned office and freeze, kind of ironic.

The mural I'm painting in the entryway to the driver's lounge is taking shape. I've based in some of the grassy hills and the school bus, painted a barn and silo complete with weather vane and lightening rod, a dirt road leading from the barn out to the main road, fencing, sheep and a few random tree trunks, foilage goes on tomrrow. The mountains are based in and it's starting to look good. Can't wait to get the shading, highlighting and details finished so it can be varnished to enhance the color. Acrylics always look rather dull and uninteresting until you're finished and the varnish is on. The most difficult part is painting on a highly textured wall.

My ideas expand as I progress with the painting, never fails and I always wind up painting twice (or more) as much as I had intended at the outset. I think it would look great after all is varnished to put some Diamond Dust on the 'mountain top' snow, it's colorless, just sparkles, maybe even a little on the pond water. Now we're getting 'crafty.'

I was thinking of my mother today Carolyn Delores (Carlson) O'Neall, she died in 1999. I miss her, I can still hear her voice and sweet laugh. She spent so many years in a wheelchair (47) and resthome (19), she had Multiple Sclerosis from the time I was 12 (and believe me - that was decades ago!) I always told people my mother was 3 feet tall and I liked to push her around!

Because she wasn't capable of doing a lot our roles more or less switched and I was responsible for a lot more than most 12 year olds. She couldn't get up the stairs to check my bedroom and there were times when it was a real 'pit' but something in me would prod me to clean it up. It was an old house so not much looked good no matter how big the effort. To this day I have never liked an un-organized, messy or dirty house so it paid off.

At 14 I painted my room a peach color to match the roll of wallpaper someone had given me that had a peach and cinnamon background with designs of a Japanese lady with her paper parasol crossing a little bridge over a pond. My! I thought that was so lovely. I had only enough to paper one wall that had three large built-in drawers.

It was an old, upstairs, room so the walls were only about four feet from the floor and then slanted inward and up to the ceiling, following the shape of the roof. There was no light switch just a bare bulb in the middle of the ceiling that I had to unscrew to turn off. I hated that, being short I had to stretch to reach it and use a piece of cloth to keep from being burned. Being young, I imagined all sorts of creatures, spiders etc. getting me before I could reach the safety of my bed and of course there was always the monster under the bed waiting to grab one of your ankles.

My father, being alcoholic didn't do many repairs and all the years I lived in that house I had a hole in my window that I had to repeatedly cover with cardboard. I eventually drew pictures on the cardboard so it would look a little nicer.

My 'closet' was a broom handle nailed to each wall in the corner of the room with a plastic clothes bag hung on it. My door didn't have a knob on it and the floor was old wood and linoleum. But....I did paint the Japanese lady, parasol, bridge and pond in the middle of the three drawers to match the wallpaper. Don't remember where I got the paint or brushes but then I remember thinking that it looked pretty darn nice. I hated opening those drawers and never used them for clothing because spiders would harbor there. That's why to this day "I HATE SPIDERS!" Now I know where my character developed, or is that why people say I'm a character?

There were times over the years when I would fall into a funk and feel sorry for myself. It didn't last long because I would think about my mother's situation. Not just MS but an alcoholic husband, a mentally handicapped son to be concerned about, never going anywhere except when we would take her to breakfast, lunch or dinner or home for the holidays. No one visiting because my father would dominate the conversations. She never drove a car, never wrote a check, never went to Hawaaii (wait a minute - neither have I, been to Hawaaii, that is!) I've been to Nordakoda, as the Norwegians say it. My Aunt Trudy, my mother's sister told me that she had wanted to be a dancer, sad isn't it?

Following is one of my silly poems, don't know where the inspiration came from but I had fun writing it.

Later,

God Bless

Carol


STOLEN BACON
By Carol Glitschka 3/97


CHARLES MACON STOLE SOME BACON
FRIED IT WITH AN EGG.

GAVE SOME TO HIS CAT AND DOG
BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS BEG.

ATE THE REST HIMSELF, AND HENCE
CHARLES CONSUMED THE EVIDENCE.

FEELING REMORSEFUL FOR HIS CRIME
THE GREASE, HIS STOMACH ACIDS PRIME.

CHARLES' EYES BULGE, BEGIN TO ROLL
THE BACON GREASE DOES TAKE IT’S TOLL.

CAT AND DOG FILLED, LIE CONTENT
NO GUILTY CONSCIENCE OF THEIR OWN TO VENT.

A LESSON LEARNED BY CHARLES MACON
YOU KNOW – THE ONE WHO STOLE THE BACON!

Heleness Hattitude, Queen Mum

This Blog experience is getting to be more fun by the minute. This post is dedicated to my good friends Helen and Bob Stoutnar. Bob was one of our drivers and is greatly missed, talk about a sense of humor!! He is adept at remembering jokes and quick with a witty reply whatever the subject. Not a day went by that he didn't stop by my office to say 'goodnight' and wish me well. I miss that Bob!

So, Helen, you're the 'Queen Mum?' I'm honored! Next time you stop in at transportation, when you're in the area, I'll try to remember to properly genuflect. I'll bet you're enjoying it. With your expertise at mixing drinks they may be enjoying it a little too much!

Bob, I've kept you in my prayers for a full and complete recovery. I'm hoping you're feeling better and have some of your energy back and are able to get back to driving with the new school year.

Helen, following is the requested 'ditty' for your acceptance speech. Congratulations on being the 'Queen Mum' of your Red Hat Society Chapter. Our daughter, Amy, is a gifted artist also and before motherhood took over she and a friend were designing and selling the most beautiful, unique, cards. I don't say that just as her mother, they were absolutely beautiful. I had mentioned that she and Shelene should do some Red Hat ones and sell them. They hopefully will get back into the business after the children are a little older. Amy was expecting Aidan at the time and Shelene was also expecting and was sick the entire time. So the card business took a hiatus.

Love you both!!

Carol


QUEEN MUM OF THE CHAPTER
By Carol Glitschka 8/2005

I’M HELENESS HATTITUDE QUEEN MUM OF THIS GROUP
WORK WILL BE TREATED WITH LOTS OF DISDAIN
THE WORDS RESPONSIBILITY AND WORKLOAD
WILL BE NON - EXISTENT DURING MY REIGN!

WEARING THE SHOES OF THE GREAT QUEENIE MUM
THE TIME WILL PASS QUICKLY YOU KNOW
FOR IT’S HUMOR, SOFTNESS AND ENDLESS LOVE
I’LL BE USING TO GENTLY POLISH YOUR SOUL.

WE’VE SCRUBBED, POLISHED, SCRAPED AND MENDED
WORKING FROM DAWN TO SETTING SUN
MAKING THINGS SPARKLE AND NICE TO TOUCH
HEAVEN KNOWS OUR WORK WAS NEVER DONE.

I THINK IT’S UNANIMOUS, IT’S TIME TO WITHDRAW
FROM CLEANING UP SOMEONE ELSE’S MESS
I’M HERE TO GUIDE YOU AWAY FROM THE CHORES
AWAY FROM THE WORK, THE ‘HAVE TO’S’, THE STRESS.

I’D LIKE TO MOLD YOU LIKE A FUDGE TRUFFLE CENTER
TO SWEETEN AND SOFTEN THE EDGES SO ROUGH
BEFRIEND YOU, RELAX YOU, INTRODUCE YOU TO FUN
TO PLUMP YOU UP WITH HUMOR AND FLUFF!

THE GALS WHO ARE WEARING THOSE HATS OF PINK
ARE LOOKING QUITE SMART AND NIFTY
IT ISN’T OFTEN YOU FIND YOUNG WOMEN
YEARNING TO QUICKLY TURN FIFTY.

DAWN YOUR HATS OF RED; IN SILK, VELVET OR FEATHER
TELL OLD REALITY TO ‘TAKE A HIKE!”
ADORN YOURSELF IN LAVENDER AND PURPLE
AND EXPERIENCE DOING JUST AS YOU LIKE!