Sosoetry – Wanda

After writing one silly poem about a co-worker, I then wrote another one not long thereafter. This time about Wanda. Likeable little fuss budget who knew about everything going on in town and had no qualms about chewing some local official out if things weren’t being done to better the town.

With the fury of a sword wielding saxon
And a voice like an air raid klaxon
Like a grouchy biker on a Honda
Step aside, here comes Wanda
We can often hear her mumbling
Steer clear when she’s grumbling
She appears to be under a lot of stress
It gets that way working at the Express
Only after she’s put to rest the paper
Does her grumpiness start to taper
Sometimes she’s pretty cheerful
Screw up and she’ll give you an earful
Now why is she a curmudgeon?
She just saw a sidewalk smudgeon
And if she’s ever cursing and grumpy
It’s because the park looks dumpy
“Hey you workmen cease that fun!
Those road repairs must be done!”
You’d better mow that grass
Or she’ll kick your ass
Those skateboarders had best obey her
She wields more clout than the mayor
She can at times be preachy
And occasionally a little screechy
Some might say she’s a meddler
I think she’s nuts for liking Bette Midler
Even though she’s a Wetland Suzie
No one will ever call her a floozie
Often times she wears a scowl or a frown
But you know deep down she loves this town
She really cares about this community
Scofflaws will get no immunity
She’s been here since days of old
Through it all she’s had a heart of gold
Maybe it’s that fiery Greek blood
I hear it’s thicker than Catfish Creek mud