The Duchess danced delightfully.
The Duke was cursed with two left feet.
Whilst she was dancing gracefully
the Duke would simply drink and eat.
She kept her figure trim with ease
She defied the advancing years
The Duke quite frankly was obese
oblivious to disgusted stares.
The Duchess died at sixty one
why this should be a mystery
The fat old Duke just carried on
still going strong at ninety three.
I think this simply goes to show.
When your time’s up you have to go.
30-May-08
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Ivor, this is delightful. A witty, beautifully written story with a topsy-turvy moral and some excellent rhyming. Love it. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Ivor you right its plain to see, life is one BIG mystery! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
Unfortunately, great message though. I'll just go ahead and let myself go them...Maybe. X's and O's
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are absolutely right Ivor. My husband died at age 60, his Mother and Father are still alive at 89 & 86. You await the slot and off you go. Life can be as you say So Unfair! ! ! ! Well pointed out. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX