My
friend Peter has had a shock
With
wild tremors electrifying,
He
has had a mild heart attack
Which
was really so petrifying.
He
now must respectfully beware
And
have an extra personal care;
He
does drink and smoke a lot
Where
it now sets in its evil rot.
He
is being studied for sad dementia,
A
prospect he really does not savour,
He
doesn’t want irrational behaviour
To
personally affect when he’s older.
He
accepts he is getting old
But
he will still boldly scold
And
have subordinates told
When
being loud and proud.
He
has a sad vulnerability
To
Julie, Mustard and me,
And
rides a mobility-scooter
With
every drunken departure.
No
matter how much he gets
He’s
always been sadly poor,
He
has lots of sinful regrets
But
has so known the score.
©
Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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