You'll Be Old Yourself One Day....

 

Grandad has got a reputation,

It's one he intends to keep,

Not for him the malted milk,

Electric blanket and sleep.

Not for him the carpet slippers,

If there's partying to be done,

No early night with the Steredent,

When he can be out there having fun.

 

Not for him the whist drives,

Or hours on the bowling green,

He wouldn't join the Darby and Joan,

'cos they don't have a trampoline.

He always eats standing up,

Says that tables were made to dance on,

Then he's up there bopping in the heat,

With just his vest and pants on.

 

Grandma says he'll never slow down,

He likes to party all night,

If the action looks like slowing up,

He is bound to start a fight,

He doesn't care if he is beaten,

And kicked around the floor,

So long as something is happening,

Grandad is up for more.

 

Then one day the doctor came,

Saying Grandad had to beware,

“'cos "You aint getting any younger",

"At your age you should take care”,

And “In my considered opinion”,

And “I'm sure you'll find I am right”,

“It's all down to your lifestyle,

That you dropped dead last night.”

(c) Ledger de la Bald

(The painting is by my wife, Karen)