Maureen
Clean clean clean
She ordered
She sounded quite mean
She had a disorder
She wore nothing but rags
And a mop she called hair
She was a horribly hag
And skin that was quite fair
Her eyes looked like gemstones
And her smile was cracked
She had brittle old bones
And a weak lower back
Her attitude held high
And no smile to be seen
Her voice sounded dry
And her name was Maureen