A 'Normal' Grandmother-A Response To The City Of Beasts By Isabel Allende - Poem by Mon Fur
I love to burn the tongues of children
with the flaming taste of Tabasco sauce.
Trust me when I say “I’m not a villain”,
though it’s hard to get that point across.
I may be old, but my memory’s sharp.
Better than yours, I’m sure.
I may sound mean, but I have a good heart.
Please, rest assured.
I love to write and explore the world.
There’s nothing like adventure.
Imagine all the stories unfurl.
I can't resist the danger.
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