(doggerel) I Wasn't Told There Would Be Restrictions - Poem by WES Vogler
(doggerel) I Wasn't Told There Would Be Restrictions
Oh to be graceful and swift all my life
But I'm starting to dodder and so is my wife
We're into our eighties somewhat apprehensive
And seeking a condo that's not too offensive.
A top floor's a must we now have decided
A "rats in the attic" decorum derided.
Bad-mannered neighbours can sour your life
And we're out of here both me and my wife.
When climbing a ladder the silly thing wobbles
She trembles when trying to fasten her baubles
Taking too many tappings to drive in a nail
Limitations, I fear, are about to prevail
What's wanted's a life that is quiet
With not too restrictive a diet
Take a nap just whenever I please
And no dogs and no vets and no fleas
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