Matron comes to tell them off again.
The racket’s rocking all over the wing.
Life would be so much easier if each octogen-
arian wasn’t so convinced he could sing.
Her brisk heels drum solo down the parquet floor.
She checks the time. One thing of which she’s certain’s
If they give her Sisters of Mercy just once more
It won’t be lights out: it’ll be curtains.
