
There lives an old lady alone,
who’s fit for her years, heart and bone.
Her first day of yoga,
like Ticonderoga,
gave victory so far unknown.
| sputterpub on Old Haunt | |
| zumpoems on Old Haunt | |
| sputterpub on Master of Destruction | |
| groomie on Master of Destruction | |
| sputterpub on Vacuum |