Monday, 13 February 2012

The Cat in the Hat on ageing

 I cannot see
I cannot pee
I cannot chew
I cannot screw
Oh my god, what can I do?
my memory shrinks
my hearing stinks
no sense of smell
I look like hell
my mood is bad, can you tell
my body's drooping
have trouble pooping
The golden years
have come at last
The golden years
can kiss my arse
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7 comments:

  1. john sherwood13 February 2012 at 13:34

    Bloody brill Leanne.................& a bit familiar.!!..........

    pmsl

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  2. Christopher Butcher13 February 2012 at 13:44

    Nice post, Leanne, you got off to a good start well done.

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  3. Leanne Hyde13 February 2012 at 13:55

    now you have just spoilt the Love is for me, didnt see that coming

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  4. Mike Brooks14 February 2012 at 01:07

    Leanne,
    Your poem is SO true!!!!

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  5. George Hardy14 February 2012 at 01:32

    Yes Leanne, never were truer words typed on here. Golden years??? Yeah...right!

    Even those sun blessed Aussies have a tough time as they age:






    Sorry 'bout that Terry, lol

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  6. George Hardy14 February 2012 at 01:35

    Mind you, I think women seem to gain a new lease of life as they age

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  7. john sherwood14 February 2012 at 02:00

    Golden years.......

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