I'll let your memory stay.
Let's make a deal,
When was your last meal?
Was it chicken or veal?"
Too pooped to lift a hand
chaos-like a practicing band
a thought waiting to make a stand,
in my vegetated state
wondering why is this my fate,
nothing flows, I can't even hate.
Severe trouble, I mumble;
does anyone know I fumble;
My children say, I just have the grumbles.
Dentures in the cracked glass,
shuffling to get my cup of sassafras;
oops...excuse me, I passed a lil gas.
my trifocals I left on the table,
careful not to trip on the cable,
ohhh, finally I sit...now I'm stable.
hair growing in places
where once there were empty spaces,
wrinkles like a map of highway traces.
A nose that's grown twice its size,
at least my ears are there to compromise;
forever young?...who tells all those lies?
A bad joke heredity's fate;
why did I have to be its bait?
Just this once, couldn't it be late.
With a gullible groan
and a hobo's moan...
"Whose gene was it that was out on loan?"
[This message has been edited by Julie (edited 10-08-1999).]