Hour 24: Three Ladies Lunching

A group of ladies numbered three

Woke at dawn and went to tea

They stirred into their china cups a shot of Irish whiskey


They socialised until eleven

Talking politics and religion

They ordered brunch and stayed ‘til lunch and had a juice with gin


One was rural, one suburban, one was from the ghetto

One spoke alto, one spoke bass, and one spoke in falsetto

They counted hours by the pint, each chased with amaretto


Ere supper gone and evening come

Three ladies went home feeling numb

They went to bed with buttered bread and a snifter full of rum

The End

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