Utter Nonsense Poem by Phil Soar

Amps and Ohms and midnight Proms
And things that are electric
Large pork pies and Mystic eyes
That make me look demented
Long tall spikes and weekend hikes
And things I find uplifting
How much hair have I got down there?
Are the sands of time just drifting?
Turtle neck sweaters and payment letters
Lying on the hallway floor
Wellington boots, and childhood flutes
That I just don't need any more
Blocks of crazy paving that for years I have been saving
And the need to wash my underwear at night
So no-one sees my naked knees
Or the fact my sheds alight
All this utter nonsense
Means an awful lot to me
I can't remember who I am
But I know I'm sixty-three