There was a woman named Tiddly
She was married, was a Mrs.
Eccentric she could be called
It was certainly everyone’s consensus
Behind her back was called “Pruneface”
Because you never saw her smile
The last time her teeth were seen
Well, it had been quite a while
It became something of a challenge
To try to get her to finally grin
And if someone ever succeeded
They could chalk it up as a win
For years people tried to provoke her
They did everything that they could
Her composure stayed the same
Her facial features were like carved wood
And then one day it finally happened
While washing dishes in her sink
She thought about all of their efforts
Then cracking a smile Mrs. Tiddly winks
June 14, 2022