She smiles toothlessly sweet
Each day in her favourite seat.
Birdlike bones barely keep her grounded;
Thin and spare, she enjoys life, though bounded
A hat weighs down her age-old tresses.
So, she faces life and her guesses,
Equipped for spinning her yarns and expresses.
‘My canary was a wit!
Once only, she flew ‘gainst the windowpane.
Hit hard by untried design and constraints,
She never repeated that fateful excursion.
She greets every dawn in the safest proportion.’
‘My guvnor passed, but once we were young;
He was my slip of the tongue,
My purpose, my bung.’
The doctor instructed: get out and about
Therefore, she visits her common cahoots,
Telling all strangers to live and let loose.
© HMH 2023