A local reporter
Asks an old lady at
her leisure
“What part of being
104
Gives you most
pleasure”?
She simply replied to
him
A local reporter
Asks an old lady at
her leisure
“What part of being
104
Gives you most
pleasure”?
She simply replied to
him
So, you’re 50 something
No need to feel so glum
True you’re no spring
chicken
And you’re the mom of
a mom
You’re nearer the next
milestone
Than you are the last
one
But don’t fret about
the numbers
Celebrate each day
with aplomb
You truly are now a “WOW”
A “wiser older woman”
See the positive in the
situation
Try to hold onto that if you can
Don’t think of the loss of youth
Focus on the gaining of wisdom
And if you believe all
this rubbish
Do you hold yourself in high esteem?
Are you the answer to
your dreams?
Then you probably go
through life, like as not
Thinking you are
slicker than snot
Served hot on a silver
platter
You really think that
you actually matter
While in truth you’re
likened to a cold bogey
Dried out, smeared and
unsightly
Stuck to a “pound shop”
paper plate
This is a truer
reflection of your state
So take heed of this
little ditty
And learn a little
humility
I had a little hen,
The prettiest ever seen,
Which happily made
For such versatile
cuisine
Well done, you’ve made it
Be proud, be bold
You made the magic
number
You’re a wonder to
behold
Enjoy it you deserve
it
Enjoy and let the day
unfold
And don’t let anyone
tell you
That you’re now just
old
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted
attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the
tension
If he says “I believe in equality
So, you can ask ME out”
Just reply to him sweetly
Looks can be so deceiving
When searching for a lover
If you make an instant
judgment
Just hope they can
deliver
So, ladies beware when
choosing
The macho over the wimp
If you expect to get
king prawn
You may end up getting
shrimp