Little Old Lady

There was a little lady

She was a wee bit shady

She liked to spend her penny’s

On unnessary thingy’s

There was this little lady

She may have seemed crazy

Oh how she squandered

Used people who wondered

There was this little lady

Don’t mistake her for hazy

She knew her game well

To prey on people and tell

There was this little lady

Age mattered not to her lazy

Lazy to make of her own

Rather she’d steal, seek sympathy and moan

There was this little lady

Be careful, watch out for her, daily

She is master at manipulation

She is queen of masquerading

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