Oh my, the abscess is turning me
into a lady! I have to eat soft food,
cannot open my mouth, take small
bites to spare my injured tongue
Eat meditatively, ruminating quietly,
I feel elegant, one abscess and I
acquire some religion, polish and
decency, feeling almost willing
To meet up with strangers, though
it would be too much, a hunchback
syndrome à la Quasimodo is ready
to jump out amongst strangers
My speech would give my origins away
my incessant noise will reveal the genes
of my Attila the Hun forebears, I will stay
here and revel in the feeling of
Refinement in deportment and composure
smiling at everyone, especially since
hubby’s tie borrowed without permission
elicits positive comment everywhere...
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