Bearded Lady

I am a lady.
A bearded lady, in this
21st century urban circus.

My ability to grow lustrous whiskers
whilst retaining my innate femininity
draws admiring glances
from the peasants and the gentry,
lining the streets in their tens and twenties
as I bounce past them on my space hopper,
hippity-hopping from Home Bargains to Greggs
(thereby sparing my lovely hairy legs).

I give them all a cheery wave
and the cheeky ones a wink.
Some of them think
that I am a man!

They just do not understand.

B.R. 05/01/2018