Sally Plumb Plumb (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)
I'm too old to pump iron
and I'm far too fat to jog.
I'm much too old to have a mate
'cause I'm too old to snog.
I'm too old for stilleto heels...
that leaves me very sad,
but, I can still drink whiskey
and that makes me very glad.
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