Let me try....

To write a story.

There was a lady,

We'll call her Shirley.

She was old and alone.

A spinster, living with her cat Pussems.

In an old house at Jalan Ampang.

Every morning, Shirley would wake up,

give Pussems his milk,

wash up,

make breakfast,

and read the papers.

At night she was Shirley the Superwoman.

Pussems was her trusty sidekick, Pussy.

She could fly in the air,

Shoot laser beams from her eyes,

Lift a piano with one finger,

Knit a hundred sweaters in a minute.

Yes, that's Shirley.

A nice little old woman by day,

Bad-ass superwoman by night.

Didn't see that one coming did ya?

What? You mean old people can't be superheroes too?

Shame on you! Don't discriminate.

I think they'd make pretty cool superheroes.

Imagine grandmas and grandpas flying around in leotards and capes.

Underwear inside out.

Lifting heavy objects..... Without breaking their backs.

Nice world to live in, don't you think?