A poem for the 60 pluses written by me for, well if the cap fits ... Enjoy!
Out of bed I start to bumble,
Round the room begin to fumble,
By the chair I trip and stumble,
Trying not to take a tumble.
Mind is in its usual jumble,
Stomach gives a funny rumble,
My whole body seems to crumble,
I complain but in a mumble,
“Not as young as Nicky Gumbel!
What a life; it keeps me humble!”
So I say, “Well, mustn’t grumble!”
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