Who's Kidding Who? by Christine Stromberg - HTML preview

The Outing

I've managed a minor outing

the first in many a day.

The dandelions and daisies

were mostly mown away

but here and there a flowering shrub

enjoyed the summer sun

while I attempted to lose the hue

of an unbaked currant bun.

The prison pallor I sport these days

enthralls me less and less,

though calling it "pale and interesting"

helps a little I guess.

Resting a while on the churchyard wall

I was asked if I was all right

by a woman older than me by far;

I must have looked a sight.

Still, I made it there and back

which is something I suppose,

- thanks to the thick, black, hot as hell,

elastic, knee high hose. 

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