My eyesight’s going
My nasal hair is growing
And my hair now looks so grey
My knees are creaking
My elbow joints are squeaking
And my voice won’t work today
As I sit down on the tiles
It’s not good for my piles
And I start to really feel my age today
My back it sometimes aches
My favourite meal is now Corn Flakes
No one cares about what I might have to say
As I trim my ear hole hair
I just do not have a care
Deep inside I never grew up anyway!
Amusing and cleverly constructed.
Cate xx
Nice little ditty, yikes we cant slow down time mate! :-(
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Sun 12th Oct 2014 17:27
OMG Daniel!how quickly you've aged!love the tartan headband though-haha!(hope it ain't your Pater apologies if so.)And your poems continue to please,as this one does.x
Yes that nasal hair is a real pain as is the stuff that starts to grow out of your ears. i can also empathise with the creaking joints it's so unfair.
Thanks for the comments on the trobador.
Nice one
Hi Daniel,
I think there's a little of the "Peter Pan" in all of us. Call them what you will - Plymouths, Nobbys, Chalfonts, farmers - are a pain in the ass.
Strange how blog entries with similar themes often seem to bunch together (see K.E.D's below yours.) Never admit to growing up, it takes all the fun out of life!
Regards,
A.E.
And did you know your nose never stops growing?
As one of the above - but thankfully minus
the piles - I'll say here and now that
adaptability is the secret of success.
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Ged the Poet
Fri 17th Oct 2014 21:19
You are right Jeff, we can't slow down time mate... although Cher seems to have tried! ;)
Solar if I still have that cheeky glint in those eyes when I am his age I would be delighted! (He's at the North Pole getting sorted at the moment). Cheers all.