Dear Marge
When I was young and in my prime
My teachers they were stern
This helped with concentration
Much easier to learn.
But now I’m in my 60’s what
I find I have to do’s
Forget some old stuff to make room
For learning something new
When I was young and in my prime
I used to find I could
Remember everything I’d need
My memory was good
But now I’m in my 60’s
And got my travel pass
Now what was I saying?
When I was young and in my prime
I could not bend my cock
If I tried with both my hands –
Just like a stick of rock!
But now I’m in my 60’s
This is true no longer
I find it bends with just one hand –
Am I getting stronger?
Dear Marge, so if you should reply
It would be so much better
To print it in the Daily Sketch
Or better still, by letter.
These days I get confused by
Call Centres based in Dehli
And don’t seem able to receive
Them e-mails on my telly.
Martin Peacock
Tue 27th Mar 2012 15:23
A goody, this me ol' mucker [although I haven't decided/discovered whether that 2nd stanza is deliberately all over the place to echo its subject or that it was unintentionally a product of one of those senior moments!]
Re: your comments on 'A Sibling's Prerogative'; as you say, JC, horses for courses and why should rhythm/no rhythm be an obstacle? Me, I was/am a Beatles AND Rolling Stones fan...and Beethoven and Steve Reich and Big Mama Thornton and the KLF and Stravinsky and Extreme Noise Terror...in other words aye, both rhythm and lack of it work for me. As I tried to tell that wassock at the writers' group, I like atonal music as much as harmonious; it being atonal, or unmelodic doesn't make it 'not music', just as lack of rhythm or metre doesn't make words nonpoetic. He's orthodox, 'old school' though - if a book tells you what a poem is supposed to look like, then that's exactly what a poem ought to look like. [He even dismissed impressionism and van Gogh, arguing that they only became great artists after they were safely dead and public opinion decreed their work 'art'. Some people only know what's good because they've been taught what to like. Idiots, eh?]