Treasure Island

David Darbyshire

(6/11/54 / Darwen England)


Man Oh Man.............
You know your getting old
When ya really feel the cold
A shivering little mass
Very pink looking ass
Your nose is bright red
And cold like I said
I am not going outside I'm gonna stay in my warm bed
Let dreams of eating more salad run through my head

Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2005
Edited: Saturday, March 03, 2007

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  • Loretta Rowley (2/28/2008 3:25:00 PM)

    Dave it has been a long while since I have been on this site. The good writings cause you to feel emotion and this one made me laugh aloud. Have a good day. XOXOs (Report) Reply

  • Eve Clements (2/28/2007 11:39:00 AM)

    Thanks for the laugh, Dave. Age is just a state of mind, and you can tell the state of my mind by my poems. Nice to be back. Hope all is well with you. Eve x (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (3/13/2006 3:01:00 PM)

    We seem to slow down a bit as we get older but your tallent seems to improve all the time.Excellent work, love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • Scarlett Treat (2/17/2006 9:01:00 AM)

    Funny how easy it is for younger folks to dread getting older, but when you finally get there, I promise you, you will love every minute of it! Consider the alternative! ! (Report) Reply

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