An extra today as I'm off on another 'spree' this-evening. (Let's hope it's more successful than the last!) I'm attending a Farewell Dinner and there will be a lot of people there that I haven't seen for 17 years! Hence the long look in the mirror resulting in this little offering! My parents weren't in the least grotesque (though they sound so here!) but there were physical signs of ageing that I was going to avoid like the plague! Nuff said!
My Dad had rheumy eyes; the tears kept dropping.
The winter winds caused many bouts of mopping.
But he was old; that's how it had to be.
And what had rheumy eyes to do with me?
My Mum had folds of loose and crinkly skin
That hung and waved about beneath her chin.
But she was old; that's how it had to be.
And what had turkey-necks to do with me?
Now I've discovered I have reached the stage
Of realising I'm 'a certain age'.
The eyes from Dad, the turkey-neck from Mammy!
It isn't fair! I got a double whammy!