Wild Pirate Woman Being Demure
I'm sitting like a fat gray cat in the sun,
watching my forest gently dance,
The wind is barely breezing,
The bird songs are the only sounds
I hear except for the running water
of my fountain and my wheezing.
I have cut my newest homemade pirate
shirt a bit too low. Yes you can see my navel if
you care to look around.
I have to cut a sweatshirt and sweatpants
into pirate gear at least once a year. More if
one pair is not quickly found.
I love being nature-loving, dog-hugging, cat-sneezing, wild woman who is secretly a pirate too, anyway it was a secret until a few seconds ago. But you won't tell, right?
NLDHCS Wild Woman ruthlessly hacks sleeves and hems off pants and tops, cutting pirate strips without a measuring tape or ruler in sight.
I am a female Peter Pan, ruthlessly stalking my prey, on school-less days like today. A crazed, demented, energetic pirate wanna-be who follows rules, naught.
Rules are for accountants, police officers, Marines, prison guards, bankers, race car drivers, and maybe the Air Force, not for NLDHCS Wild Women, you sot!
I am wearing my wild woman pirate necklace today too, it's big and bold and black, and has lots of sass.
It's a caricature of a fierce warrior woman holding a giant silver sword, and a shield, and she'll put you on your ______. (You put it in, I'm much too demure).
We've got this today, Women.
We've got this!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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