Lady with the pink fuzzy floppy hat

If you ever espy a latitudinally

and longitudinally challenged

older yet shopping savvy woman,
(wedded to yours truly

for almost twenty six years),

who stands approximately

four feet and ten inches

a strong hunch that gal

stacks up as mine missus,

she dons costumed headwear

to avoid station identification,

whenever she steps out

into the public limelight

anywhere outside these four walls

of our one bedroom apartment

here within bucolic Schwenksville,

the town that town forgot,
and the decades could not improve,

where all the women good looking,
the men strong, and the children

wise to the ways of technology.

When this logophile

quite a few pounds lighter

ever since I first became acquainted

with unnamed aforementioned woman,

she adopted predilection to don apparel

allowing, enabling, and providing

modus operandi to present herself incognito.

Ofttimes said spouse of mine

upon returning from

grocery shopping spree

(ever price conscious of various
and sundry commestibles -

with a knick knack paddy whack

give this doggone husband

a plant based NON GMO bone),
she can rattle off the prices

of targeted items on her mental rolodex

how much food cost at:

ALDI, GIANT, LIDL, WEGMANS...

While scurrying to and fro

hither and yon,

a stranger might unexpectedly

pay a compliment to iterated getup,

which bobbin noggin makes her

easy to identify, when yours truly

tags along, (but despite

being considerably taller

by almost twelve inches),
these spindleshanks of one
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,

slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned, senseless
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer

find impossible mission

to keep pace with the wife.