Age- Bring It On! ! !
When I hit 80 I'll wear pink……
And I won't care what others think,
‘cause I'll be old enough to know
that I'm the boss of me!
I'll dance without shoes- in the nude,
and no one dares tell me that's rude.
I'll swear and cuss and drink neat gin,
and when I've done I'll start again.
I'll braid my hair, what's left of it
and take up smoking finest ‘shit'.
A tattoo on my cheek I'll ink
and just not care what others think!
I'll get vejazzles done ‘down there',
And wear short skirts so people stare.
Go clubbing till the morning light,
eat, drink and smoke
Get really tight!
I won't control the things I say
I might even decide I'm gay..
I'll swipe on tinder left and right,
and partay every single night
So bring it on-I want to age
and move up to this crazy stage.
Life's boring when you must behave,
Cause being young makes me a slave!
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,age,humour