The old woman at Ald
is so old,
that she wears spectacles with two lenses,
but still collide with the fences.
She is always wearing a net shawl,
and mends her little girl's doll.
Her arms would shiver in winter
that I imagine her like a flower about to wilt.
Her youth ran away so long ago,
when she used to pick mango.
Now she sits in a corner
with her dog, Worner.
She cooks delicious rice pudding,
and she cooked the pudding on her wedding,
and everyone ate it,
they even admired her until she got a fit.
- I have no idea what inspired this crazy poem, but I guess it was some exam question or something like that! XD
HasiVA
1st July 2008
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PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. None of them are arranged in any particular order, but the dates are recorded, so I would advice considering my age when I wrote these. Enjoy! =D