Too Bloody Cold

The pleasure of snowballing and making snowmen has gone for me

I’m too bloody old

I can’t get out to potter in the garden or in the shed

And I can’t wash the car or sweep it out inside

It’s too bloody cold

My wife went out in the car against my advice

I told her she’s asking for trouble

Guess what? She pranged it.

She won’t be bloody told!

◄ Ten Old Farts

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