Two Geezerettes Poem by Norma Hass

Two Geezerettes



There was an old dame of Dundee
Who climbed to the top of a tree
And shouted aloud
To the gathering crowd,
'I am me, I am me, I am me! -
And I see farther than you can see.'

There was an old Dame of Nantucket
Who kept her dead goose in a bucket.
'Yes, I know that it's dead, '
The old lady said,
'But I'm too sentimental to chuck it-
And it doesn't peck now when I pluck it.'

Thursday, March 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Aging
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A lady does not become a geezerette merely by growing old. To earn that title, she must retain a certain independence of thought and, yes, eccentricity of conduct. The young heroine of Jenny Joseph's poem, 'Warning' looks forward to becoming a geezerette in her old age.
Alas, Jenny Joseph's emblems of eccentricity, purple clothing and a red hat, have become the uniform of a club with all sorts of rules.
So it goes. Today's rebellion becomes tomorrow's conformity.
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