Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear nothing
With a top hat which I stole off a bounder.
And I shall spend my pension on strawberry cider and glittery eye make-up
And primark ballet pumps, and say we've no money for peanut butter.
I shall sit down on strangers when I'm tired
And gobble like a turkey in shops and press peoples noses
And run my tongue along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my underwear in the rain
And pick noses in other people's gardens
And spit on their gnomes.

-- Jenny Joseph Sophie