After yesterday’s sad wee story about Jean and Alec, today sees an ageing super hero doing what she does best. Even if she is a bit slower than she used to be.
It’s a wonder …
My star-spangled shorts have seen better days
and my buttocks have started to droop.
It’s just not the same as it used to be.
My Super has run out of Supe.
I was known as Wonder Woman, way back in the day.
I was speedy and agile and true.
I saved whole towns from destruction
with my boomerang, crown, and lasso.
Now, it takes all my time to get out of bed
but my powers are still in demand;
with the older generation.
They call me Wonder Gran.
The mobility scooter is a Godsend,
though it’s not quite as quick as I’d like.
But a hand-brake turn and I’m soon burling round
should a dastardly pensioner strike.
My high heeled boots are a thing of the past,
and my corset is more like a vest,
but, I’m still fighting crime at seventy-nine.
So long as I get plenty rest.