Appearances. By CpSingleton © 2015
In loose fitting garb, a stranger appears.
A frown furrows my brow each step that he nears.
I think it’s a man, by the length of his stride.
It would be unseemly for a lady to stretch out so wide.
Within three steps he has crossed a grass field.
His heavy, broad feet mulching the yield.
He doesn’t seem to notice: regardless he stamps,
Each step shuddering fences and the solid street lamps.
Sweat runs down my crack. He grunts as he closes.
I’m astounded by the size of his hands and his toesies!
I slowly look up and he, in turn, down.
He has humungous eyes: one blue and one brown.
I try to be brave and calmly ask him his name.
‘Gladys,’ he grunts and asks me the same.
I tell him it’s Carrot and the pillock guffaws.
‘That’s not a real name! That’s a veg’ for coleslaws!’
Well, he may be a giant, with hands wide and fat,
But I’m no pushover and I’m not having that!
‘Oy!’ I shouted up. ‘Don’t dare laugh at my name!
‘Gladys is a girl’s moniker. Don’t you feel some shame?’
He scratched his gret chin, with its one spiny hair,
Frowned more than I, yet continued to stare.
‘I am a woman, you blind, tiny prat!’ She said.
Well, you can imagine the thoughts trapped in my head.
‘Oh, my apologies, it’s dark and your hood hides your skin.’
I said with a gentle smile that I hope would allow me to win.
You could hear her brain ticking and whirring in thought.
Questions been asked slowly and answers being sought.
Eventually she nodded, accepting my line.
‘I am a big girl, so I suppose your confusion is fine.’
After a sigh, that blew off my hat and my hair,
The giant girl stomped off and was no longer there.