Tonight's Poet Corner: Mrs. Nick

Mrs. Nick
by Belinda Roddie

Mrs. Nick
put her lipstick
on, blue purple red beauty
face-licious extraordinaire.

She went to the kitchen to
stir a pot of gold
and kissed her reflection in the
carbon mirror.

Oh, baby, it's cold outside.
Don't forget your slippers 'cause it's
cold outside. Mrs. Nick was a
saint when she was forty-something,
but now she's reaching sixty and she's
beardless and fine just in
time for Christmas Eve.