I joined a group called the Widows Ten
We hung together, not needing men.
Two got married so we became Eight
One dropped out because she was always late.
We stayed stable at number Seven
‘Til two passed on and went to Heaven.
Lovonna dropped out when she won the lottery,
The last we heard she flew to Gay Paree.
We thought another would never marry
But then Beatrice met handsome Harry
So now our group is down to Three
Just Margarette, Susanna, and Me.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word picture prompt hosted by Rochelle, https://rochellewisoff.com/ PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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