They Have No Idea of Me

Ballerina envy in a rhino’s body I toast one high, drinking up my toddy. Others probably think I was always old like this. I give them a wink and blow them a kiss. They are horrified, seeing an old crone sitting here. Having no idea that I was once young, sexy and dear. I smack my lips and make loud sounds of the crazy. At least when I get carted off, they can’t call me lazy.