The fat lady sat
on her chair, the
wrinkles ran up
to her drooping
face.
She listened to
the click of her
Rings, and stretched
herself
to see something.
She sat back,
combed her hair
with a long nail.
PhilosopherPoet
The fat lady sat
on her chair, the
wrinkles ran up
to her drooping
face.
She listened to
the click of her
Rings, and stretched
herself
to see something.
She sat back,
combed her hair
with a long nail.
PhilosopherPoet
