In my youth
I was often heard to
say
“Whatever”
Now I’m a senior
I’m more likely to say
“If ever”
In my youth
I was often heard to
say
“Whatever”
Now I’m a senior
I’m more likely to say
“If ever”
I’ve learned a valuable lesson
Which almost cost me an ear
Whatever you do don't sneeze
When someone is cutting your hair
The world over the bird of peace
Is regarded to be the
dove,
And there are many
contenders
For the bird representing
true love
However, on Friday and
Saturday nights
Among the inebriated
and the shallow
The bird that
represents true love
Is regarded to be the
swallow
In my long life
I have found this to
be true
It is impossible
To make someone love you
You have to accept
this
Or adopt a different
spin
By stalking them until
they panic
And they finally give
in
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted
attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the
tension
Just gaze into their
eyes
And say to your pursuer
“Why don’t you slip into
something
More comfortable… like
a coma”
What with middle age spread
And the force of gravity
Time has played havoc
With my once sylph
like body
My hourglass figure is
no more
Alas it’s more like a
barometer case
And my “cross your heart”
bra
Is more of a “cross
your waist”
In the fifties
My greatest fear
Was being called to
see the headmaster
Now I’m in my fifties
My greatest fear
Is having to call the headmaster