69. Ladies who......

One day, each month on Wednesdays, the ladies meet in town
Catching up on all the gossip, they laugh, they smile, they frown,
They drink their decaf lattes, eat cake on pretty plates,
They save a chair for Majorie who always comes in late.

Did you hear poor Jessie's husband has had another stroke?
Oh, that's a shame.  He's such a lovely, quiet bloke.
She'll find it hard to get around, she never learnt to drive,
But looking on the bright side, at least he's still alive.

And what about, Nell's Natalie, expecting number four?
Good Lord, so soon, I bet Nell hopes she'll not have anymore.
Her oldest boy is turning out to be a wicked little lad,
That comes as no surprise at all, his dad was always bad.

Don't turn around, there's Annie Smith, my word she's piled on weight,
What does she look like in that dress, it looks a proper state,
Funny how her sister has always been so thin,
Well, that's because she never eats, she much prefers the gin.

Guess what?  Sue's joined a writing class, she's writing every day,
She said she was inspired reading '50 Shades of Grey'
I bet it won't contain one thing that is remotely rude
She always seems an upright, dowdy, priggish sort of prude.

Oh, here she comes, it's Majorie, Yoo Hoo, we're over here!
Pity her expression always seems to make her sneer,
She's looking awful peeky, must be something that she ate,
It's good to see you Majorie, of course you're not too late.