Fairy Tale Life
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| My external wolf |
Outside I am the Grandma
of 'what a big mouth you've got' fame.
Disregard the teeth, worn out and wobbly.
Beware the mouth. That's cutting.
Outside I am the Grandma
but inside skips that little girl
with sugar, spice and cakes in the basket.
Beside me lopes my external wolf,
crossed eyes, big ears, arthritic knees.
We hobble down life's path, co-joined,
and, when we see you, we each silently
just lift one lip in Elvis-sneer
and carry on. The Grandma and her wolf.
of 'what a big mouth you've got' fame.
Disregard the teeth, worn out and wobbly.
Beware the mouth. That's cutting.
Outside I am the Grandma
but inside skips that little girl
with sugar, spice and cakes in the basket.
Beside me lopes my external wolf,
crossed eyes, big ears, arthritic knees.
We hobble down life's path, co-joined,
and, when we see you, we each silently
just lift one lip in Elvis-sneer
and carry on. The Grandma and her wolf.
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