Poem Body
I've accepted that life is a dance
I've spoken in romance and rants
but physically speaking
my joints are a'creaking
I'm leaking and shitting my pants
so, I keep near to places with loos
and dry myself out drinking booze
it's a hell of way
to fritter a day
you could say it's a way to amuse
and I guess that I'm less of a catch
than a slob or a dolt or a letch
getting old is a beast
oh, I'm moldy and creased
but at least I'm not Obi the Wretch!
Comments
Ha ha this was good and made
Ha ha this was good and made me chuckle. I'm sure Obi will appreciate the damp patches of your poetry. Ruby :) xx
Hi Ruby Lord
Glad this quickie brought a chuckle to your day!
Thomas
Brilliant
Abso bloody brilliant. Alex
Glad you
liked this Alex. I certainly enjoyed writing it!
Thomas
Happy to admit, its all too
Happy to admit, its all too true !
But only a wizened old "follow through" of a fart
such as you could make me laugh.
Nice one mate!
Obi
Ahh...
..my favourite pin cushion. Always happy to deliver a smile to the downtrodden!
Thomas
Getting Old
Hello, Thomas -
I bow to your limericks! You are the king!
L
Hi Lavender
I enjoy writing limericks, it's true. Ever since I first started reading at all, they were there and they've stuck over the many years. Still waiting to write that one perfect zinger, though!
Thank you for enjoying!
Thomas