Who's She?1 min 133 1 min 133
Big limpid glasses that she wore;
Plain serapee up and down adorned.
Long glossy bamboo in her hand, warned;
Short hair that white had transformed.
Who's she, grandma?. I concerned.
Hand at the back, lowered stanced;
Grin she wore, steadily I glanced,
Only a valuable circlet glint in left,
Brows that finely cleft.
The wrinkled skin, gleaming yet,
Stiff lips, criticizing upset;
Snowy body, cause laborious to discern;
Who's she, grandma? Still I concern.