She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived
long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of
her youth
Was etched into her
face
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived
long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of
her youth
Was etched into her
face
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "is that stuff pro-biotic?
Are you wearing a frown?
Is something getting
you down?
It’s something I’ve
done?
A broken rule? What
another one?
Oh now what is that
look about?
I’ve done it now, no
doubt
Now your arms are
folded
I’m about to get
scolded
No I don’t have a clue
What I’ve done to
upset you
If you don’t tell me
I’ll never guess
The reason for your
distress
So spit it out nice
and plain
To avoid having to say
it again
Ok so the reason for
the frown
Is I didn’t put the
loo seat down
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to see
Rathlin Island clear
as day
And Ballycastle just
beyond
21st Century Nursery Rhymes
I really find are such
a doddle
Though most people
think
That they are a load
of twaddle
But as I rapidly
approach
The autumn of my days
It’s frankly just too
late
For me to change my
ways
Because of the obvious risk
That one of us might
fall
I had a stair lift
fitted
Which I don’t mind at
all
But my wife says that
its
Driving her up the
wall
In the morning
My dad used to
Throwback the curtains
And loudly say
“Wakey, wakey
Rise and shine”
Well as a teenager
“Rise” I could manage
But “shine”
Was never going to
happen