My name is Gert
my corset hurts
my hair is fine
wrapped tight with twine.
My day begins
before the sun
with cows to milk
and chores a ton
My husband died
from the grippe
left me
six kids
and a buffalo chip.
The banker said
his last check bounced
across the prairie
unannounced
I’m good at sewing
can make a mean pie
spin a tall yarn
look you dead
in the eye.
I’ll groom your horse
keep the home fires
burning
just get me out
of this
butter churning.
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