In the well-known Nursery Rhyme
The Grand old Duke of
York
Was a manic-depressive
chap
Because when he was
up, he was up
In the well-known Nursery Rhyme
The Grand old Duke of
York
Was a manic-depressive
chap
Because when he was
up, he was up
Are you wearing fishnets?
I’m glad they’re back
in vogue
It’s the simple things
in life
That appeal to this
old rogue
The Black Box flight recorder
Is not black! We have
been misled
Why would you call it
a “black box”
And then make it
orange instead
I was once diagnosed with
Antisocial behavior
disorder,
So I joined a support
group
But we never meet to
be fair
I’ve always been an avid reader
I like books about
distant Galaxies
I can’t put down the
current one
It’s a great book
about antigravity
Professionals have an end of life
Inescapable, though
they may try
Old Lawyers for
example just
Lose their appeal,
they never die
I have taken pride in unusual quarters
And I speak knowing
that pride is wrong
One proud moments, was
when a website
Told me my password
was “Very Strong.”