Rhymes Of An Ageing Mariner Poem by Tim Kitchin

Less and less curious.
I know the time is takes to wonder,
is better spent in bed.

Less and less furious.
I could rip your heart asunder,
But will just make tea instead.

Less and less injurious.
I feel no urge to rush and plunder;
even eat brown bread.

Less and less spurious.
I avoid the hurdles (best duck under) ,
Leaving things unsaid.

Just more and more penurious.
Giggling at each new blunder.
Another day not dead.