Grandma's got a brand new bag ..

wonder if..
I've robbed myself
of womanly charm..
I put it in my handbag..
safely, so it
wouldn't come to harm.

I didn't wear it,
on my sleeve as such..
I dutifully kept it..
out of sight..
out of touch...

Maybe I shouldn't
go down the Bookies..
and bet on The England
Match..
and Win..when no one
else had...
and cheer like I'm glad..
because I was..

it was, a bit mad..
in the pub..
England V Scotland
in a scrub..
They back who
they want to win..
I back the winner
I think is ' in'

Maybe all these years
without a man..
has served to construct
the Woman that I am.

or maybe not..
I was always
What You See..
is What You Got..
this is me..
this is my lot..

I'm a strange type
of woman..
with my charms
inside my bag..
Not many can
untie them..
Or would want to..
which I'm glad