Mary Mandy, Susan H Trought [most difficult books to read TXT] 📗

Although Mary Mandy she really had tried
She was always the bridesmaid and never the bride
She looked after herself and her mother too
She didn’t know what else she could do.

She had nice hair and was not overweight
So why was it that she couldn’t get a date?
She’d looked in the mags and done all they said
Bur every night she was alone in her bed.

She’d had numerous dates and been to a show
But they never rang back. Why? Well, she didn’t know
It wasn’t the money. She always went Dutch
And paid for the drinks and the tickets and such

She thought that she’d be brave and just ask
The next guy she went with and then she could bask
In the knowledge that she would at last know why
They never rang back not even to say, ’Hi!’

So the next time that her friends fixed her up with a fella
She made up her mind that he was going to tell her
What she was doing wrong. Her scent or her clothes?
Or something else? The shoes that she chose?

So a fortnight later after dinner for two
She asked her date right there, right on cue
If he was going to ring her the next night
The poor bloke blushed scarlet and then he went white.

‘So you’re not then?’ she said leaning on her front door
And feeling the tears trickling down to her jaw.
He shook his head sadly and then kissed her cheek
But Mary Mandy was too upset to speak

She pushed open the door to see that her mum
Was standing right there, pointing a magnum
‘Come in Mary Mandy,’ she said with a frown
‘I see that you’ve been out on the town.’

Mary nodded and sniffed and knew the truth then
That her mother was stopping her meeting with men
‘Oh mother!’ she cried and she knocked her clean out
‘You’ve ruined my life of that there’s no doubt!’

She ran back through the door and returned to the clubs
And the theatres and bright lights and into the pubs
She danced until dawn and kicked up her heels
And shouted at policemen, ‘I now know how it feels!’

But the young men still gave her quite a wide berth
And after a few months she came down to earth
But nil desperandum she thought as she sent
Her birthday invitations. Into the post they went.

For who could resist such a wonderful request
To ‘just bring a bottle’ and ‘dress in your best’
Cos Mary Mandy was having a party from Heaven
To celebrate her birthday. She was Seventy seven.

Publication Date: 04-21-2011

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Dedication:
To my children and their children