Skinny-stick, wide-hipped lady
Shapeless flowered gown
Pokes at concrete crevices
As she plods her way downtown.
With a zigzag walk and inside talk
That no one leans to hear,
She prods the hedge for villainy-
Her cane, a plucky spear.
"I got no use for muggers,
"'Cause they just a sorry lot."
She clicks her tongue and rambles on,
"They want the stuff I got."
A crooked boy, contemptible,
Behind her halts to sneer.
"You ain't got nothin',Grandma,
But your wrinkles and your rear."
She whirls around and levels down
The now astonished youth
As open-mouthed, he swallows up
Her crusty bitter truth.
"Ain't no difference 'tween us boy!"
She bellows in his face,
"Just miles and tears and 'couple years-
We both in this same place."
