Ms. Canwood
Ms. Canwood is the life of the party,
Often loud - she laughs for four.
In yester years, delighted,
She saw the colours of the spring!
She saw the sunsets and the ocean waves;
They left their mark on her.
Now you laugh, she commands it;
Something funny happened!
There's ginger ale dripping
From the floral patterns
That adorn the walls.
Suddenly sputtering, the candles,
Sooty and short,
Show a mirror on the wall,
Give a glimpse of a reflection.
She makes us party, like Ms. Canwood.
Yet no blood flows in her wax skin,
She makes us melt, like drops of ginger ale,
Our drips and drabs into the floral patterns
That adorn the walls.
She makes us small, a sputtering candle,
Sooty, short, burning up.
She makes us party, like Ms. Canwood.