Memories of Gladys at Christmas

24 December 2008, 09:23

Gladys: Or, on being of independent means.

I was always at my saddest
When they remembered Gladys.
For although I never met her
I never could forget her.
She left this world quite shortly after I was born,
to the day, the minute, the hour, the morn.
And as she passed, pale and shaky,
She called for her brief and said, 'here make me
a last will and testament, legally binding,
so when the kid grows he'll always be finding
a few bob in his pockets, and ponies and school.
For the kid that can read will grow up no fool.'
With that she croaked it, stiff, pale and shaky.
And with her passing thus she did make me
A wealthy son of a bitch.

Thanks Gladys.

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Stewie 24 December 2008 @ 17:02 LOL! I love it. Better than any poem I've read in school that's for sure.

JustMoe 25 December 2008 @ 00:35 This one gave me a laugh! Merry Christmas Cormo!

Elat 26 December 2008 @ 02:59 Some dead aunt?

Intrepid 26 December 2008 @ 12:28 i got the sense it was someone special. probably his mother or other close relative.

Stewie 26 December 2008 @ 15:53 I doubt it was his mother - because he would have said "thanks Mam" instead of "thanks Gladys"...in my opinion. I would have assumed his grandmother.

Intrepid 26 December 2008 @ 16:13 I don't call my mother 'mammy' or 'mam'. I call her by her first name.

Stewie 26 December 2008 @ 16:28 Really? I wouldn't dream of calling my mother by her real name

Intrepid 26 December 2008 @ 16:29 yeah. most people wouldn't, but then I'm not most people.

St. Perry Cormo 21 March 2009 @ 15:23 gladys is totally a creation of my imagination, as is the wealth of her legacy. I'm as poor as a church mouse in reality. There was a girl in my class called Gladys all through secondary school and she was alright, but I didn't really mix with her.