Walking down the path,
Off to get my paper,
A lady came towards me,
As we passed
Good Mornings were exchanged.
She was dressed for winter,
Stout shoes,
Thick trousers,
Fur lined coat
With fur round her head
Almost covering her face.
There was me,
Normal shoes,
Normal trousers,
Short sleeved shirt,
Dressed in my normality.
I wonder,
Wonder which of us,
Which of us is mad.