The birth was unexceptional
although exotic.
Happening, as it did,
in the Far East.
An exuberant early life
attracted many glances
and some comments.
Stripped off
in a few interesting places.
But then, greying,
wrinkles, sagging.
Nothing more now than
a bit of gardening
and the odd short walk
down the local shops.
Finally,
blotched and fading,
it is the end.
Twenty one.
Good age for a tee shirt.
<Deleted User> (7790)
Wed 2nd Jan 2008 14:30
Missed the 'g' from 'gonzo' due to birdseed under keyboard.
<Deleted User> (7790)
Wed 2nd Jan 2008 12:07
Doh! A fitting (one size fits all?) epilogue for the Gozo life of a Hunteresque Tee shirt. 'Hope I fade before I grow old.' Fairtrade to you, sir. Has it gone for recycling by way of shoddy or household utility rag? The seven ages of man hypered and condensed and analogied -- Tee-rrific!
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Malcolm Saunders
Wed 2nd Jan 2008 16:20
Your computer eats too much. I bet your bird is the skinniest around this Christmas.
The tee shirt is on its way to the utility room where it can hope to serve a decade or two cleaning windows, floors and things before exiting to the garage to become an oily rag. It will probably be doing service in this capacity after I have expired and gone to fertilise a rather beautiful prunus.
Fairly good value. I got it free as a piece of advertising. Mind you, all this disgusting overconsumption is contributing to a catastrophic end to the wrold. The sweat of its makers probably contributed horribly to global warming.