ode to Eunice
There was an old biddy who lived ‘cross the hall,
who sometimes yelled, “What?!” . . . sometimes nothing at all.
She dined upon radishes sprinkled with salt,
and kept her wigs locked away inside a vault.
Her first name was Eunice, but nobody knew it,
nor how she fed starlings on birdseed and suet.
And few e’re had seen her dance jigs or a waltz,
or watched her chug milkshakes or egg creams with malt.
Her letters and telegrams dwindled in number,
from cronies and cohorts back when she was younger.
But she found a fresh source of vigor in life,
which livened her mornings and evenings with spice.
What gave Eunice joy in her Winter of days,
and flung open doors in a million-odd ways,
was surfing and reading stuff on the Wide Web,
and fame on the YouTube as GrannyCeleb.
Her meme-posts on Reddit were ever such fun,
and her Throwback Thursdays were second to none.
She burned up the bandwidth and ban-hammered trolls,
who dared dis her blogging because she was old.
