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.
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‘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.’
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‘My guvnor passed, but once we were young;
He was my slip of the tongue,
My purpose, my bung.’
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The doctor instructed: get out and about
Therefore, she visits her common cahoots,
Telling all strangers to live and let loose.
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© HMH 2023
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