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Mrs Wggy…And Me!


Winter Is Upon Us…The Time Is Nigh.


Well winter once more is upon us,
And so, yes, it's that time again…
When Mrs Wiggy comes out of the closet,
To keep me once more, free from pain!

I am so paranoid about it,
Wearing Mrs Wiggy on my head,
But I have to be quite honest…
Without it, I could end up dead!

You see it's a bit like this,
I had a little brain tumour,
(And after all, when said and done)
It gave me all this humour!

So anyway, where was I? Oh yes,
The 2 tumours on my head…
They took them away, but what price to pay,
They left a large hole there instead!

So on my head I have a hole in my skull,
And yep, it's a pretty large size too…
And the reason why they didn't protect it…is,
Cos I'm a female, and only men will do!

It seems things can fall on ‘their' head,
So a plate they install for them!
But me, a mere female, not so!
Discrimination again!

So there I am, each winter…
A hat won't do, but a wig will suffice,
Oh how I suffer with the cold and pain,
It's really not very nice.

So each winter out comes Mrs Wiggy,
Her and I are really good together,
Cos she keeps me warm, well, my head…
In the cold and freezing weather!

You see, paranoia set in one night,
When a man made a show of me…
Laughed in my face, laughed at my head…
Told me I was as stupid as can be!

I wanted to shout to him the reason
Why…I had to wear a hat…
But instead I was dying inside…
I was devastated and feeling sad and flat!

So I refused to wear the hats from then,
And wow, did I suffer with the pain,
I was stubborn I let the cold get in,
Then it's a trip to hospital once again!

Then as the years passed,
And I had to succumb to the hat,
Every time I wore it…
I forever remembered ‘that!'

Then one day my daughter said to me…
‘Mum, let's get you a wig for your head!'
No way!  I told her, no way at all…
She said; ‘it's better than being dead!'

Of course she's right, of course she is,
My daughter so strong and true…
So she took me to the shops one day…
And said; ‘Mum, here's a lovely wig for you!'

So I bought it, and what a trial,
But I did it, and I wear it too!
Its very long and flowing…
And it's easy to wash it through!

I swish it about in the sink,
And let it all drip dry in the bath…
And oh cor blimey and sugar plumbs,
I certainly have a laugh!

So it's that time again…
Mrs Wiggys washed and ready to wear…
And wear it I do, and no matter what…
For reactions, I really don't care!

I evolved…well, Mrs Wiggy did!







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