Jangly

I have an ankle bracelet
That I bought while in Madrid.
I hemmed and hawed but chose to buy it,
And I’m glad I did.

It’s made of bronzish colored beads
With turquoise stones that dangle;
And from each stone there hangs a bell
That when I walk does jangle.

My husband hates the noise it makes;
It does attract attention.
I guess whoever made it
Had in mind just that intention.

I wear it when I’m wandering
Among the city’s crush,
But take it off in places
Where I’d get a glaring “Hush!”

So if I am museum-bound
Or off to see a play,
My noisy anklet stays behind
Until another day.

Its jingling when I walk gives me
A bouncy attitude.
A little jangle’s all it takes
To elevate my mood.