Old Town, 1960s
The Liquor Store, the Government Building, and the Rex Cafe
Could easily be walked to, along the new Causeway.
And so I set out walking, all jaunty and carefree
Then found myself in the Rex Cafe for their Valentine’s Day Tea.
There was Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Smith, there’s Mrs. Murphy too…
There’s sure a lot of Mrs.es, for sure there’s quite a few.
Then glancing ‘round the room I was quick to observe…
A bunch of pretty Misses with all their special curves.
There was Miss Taken in a tizzy, Miss Understood complains,
Cynical Miss Anne Thropic, and a few I could Miss Name…
Like Miss Feasance, she’s a gangster, with her brother Mal
I only sort of knew him, but I wouldn’t call him pal.
Over there sits dear Miss Fortune, she seems a tad distressed…
There’s Miss Communication and scattered Miss Cellaneous
Old Miss Hap and Miss Conduct, tried to enlighten me
How I had fallen to the spell of Miss Ology.
Then Mrs. Plank and Mrs. Plane, commenced to raise a fuss
While I danced with grave Miss Givings, and the pretty Miss Terious
So I quit with the dancing, and I moved to the side
For some punch and baked goodies, that the Mrs.es supplied.
Well, trust Miss Trust and Miss Treat, to exclaim when they perceived
Miss Appropriation, slip something up her sleeve.
And the holy Miss Ion and the proper Mrs. Primm, blamed
Poor Miss Guided-Justice and said stealing was a sin.
So I stole a few more glances at the lovely Misses there
Again I loaded up my plate and went and found a chair.
Then in walked Miss Nomer, who’s actually Miss Ter
And then, a hush fell all around the room…
She was wearing a new gown, borrowed from his sister
So I figured I’d be leaving pretty soon.
Then to all the Misses and the Mrs.es, I gave them hugs and kisseses
I told them the cakes and pies were delicious, and headed out to do some business
And thought to myself how curious this is.
