A Ms Magoo Kinda Heart

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Wild Woman's disability is

she wishes she were cool,

but finds herself most often cast

as Ms Magoo, the happy fool.

Teetering  at the cliff-side, 

others clutching at her cape,

"Look at all the pretty stars!"

she cries, eyes and mouth agape.

Down she goes! Vexatious rocks!

A branch has hung her by her socks.

She mimes she planned to slide the cliff :

I'm fine. It's really fun. As if.

There's a sign up ahead.

It's too bad she can't see.

The folks below are shocked to see

Wild Woman flying free.

A Ms Magoo kinda heart,

in a benign world ever funny,

Wild Woman cannot see the grey.

She keeps her blue skies sunny. 

Now she's out in the orchard

dancing - skip skip skip -

there's many a sorry stumble twixt

the high-step and the flip.

Follow fools into the meadow.

Let's all hoot at the owl,

dance with the chickens,

both fair-weather and fowl.

Smiling grimly 'top the steering wheel

and blinded by the light:

"Officer, I'm not impaired,

I just don't have much sight."

Wild Woman rarely drives at night,

because she knows she's blind.

Thank God the policeman

was Canadian, and kind.

Each little touch of pixie dust

gets followed by an "ouch!"

I think it's safer keeping

Wild Woman on the couch.

I rejigged an old poem, because it fits Paul's prompt at Real Toads  (to write about a cartoon character that influenced you as a child), better than anything I can come up with today. This prompt begs for humour. Also sharing with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Heaven knows we need a chuckle.