NONSENSE VERSE

A Rumination on Ageing and Its Alternative

These new rhymes address disease

Morbid verses, so ill at ease

Life will bring you to your knees

Knobs inside all of my knuckles

My leather belt no longer buckles

Ageing isn’t all smiles and chuckles

Swirling bloody saliva sink

My nicotine gums ain’t so pink

Dentist says I need a rethink

My lungs are now paying the debt

But I lit it up without regret

God, I loved that first cigarette

I dare not speak about my liver

All a-flutter and all a-quiver

But I’ve never been a quitter

Pale rider on an equine prancer

The biopsy provides no answer

Could be that lump is cancer

Great clouds in my urine

Scratched scabs on my shins

Diabetes for my sins

A sharp pain in my chest

Localized to my left breast

This is it, cardiac arrest

Perhaps I’ll suffer a stroke

More than half my body broke

Limply paralyzed I’ll croak

Still, I haven’t lost my mind

Aged life isn’t entirely unkind

I take that as a vital sign                   

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