A Granny Refuses to Age
Life is plainly, totally, undeniably, unfair!
Looking in the mirror I screamed, “who stole most of my hair?”
I was never Rapunzel, a svelte heroine, locked in a tower,
But who dare turned me into Quasimoto’s twin, short and dower?
How can I go dancing with my silver amour, Sir Harry Walker?
Ghastly obscene ….they would heartily laugh and be gawkers.
But, I cannot lie, I desire to be out and have some wild hijinks.
Dressing in high boots, short skirts and you bet, lots of winks!
I am bored to death, with this “growing old gracefully” stuff!
It is dull and droll and far, far worse than chewing snuff.(yuck)
Alas, oh sorrowful me, I even failed the eye test at the DMV!
And yet, I can spot a handsome hunk,who is six foot three?
I even penned a steamy poem for this Christmas Eve!
I laughed so hard, I nearly slipped to the floor on my knees
There is great beauty and joy in growing old, many say??
I declare~plastic surgery, new hair and throw my walker away!
Dedicated to Deb M.. thank you so much!
You made me laugh today. You lightened my soul!
Many thanks, Pangie xxxxx
12/11/2024
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2024
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