I can just see it now:
I'll be a doddering old fool
confusion etched upon my brow
my chin awash in drool
throughout the meal I'll curse and cough
"This should have been pureed!"
and then I'll sit there nodding off
as charming toasts are made
they'll ask me to approach the stage
to give some prize away
while I inquire, daft with age
"So I wrote poems you say?"
Are You Reading Me?
Quick and cute... I like it!
ReplyDeleteI must commend your dedication to creative, non-forced rhyming. It's always great to read.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Made me smile, laughed aloud in fact. Hopefully, the recognition will come before one is a doddering fool!!
ReplyDeleteAwww...old age isn't for the faint harted, is it.
ReplyDeleteI smiled but, it is sad, really.
Both funny and sad at the same time. But laughing at our own difficulties is the best way to deal with them.
ReplyDeleteFor me the confusion is already here..lol cute and funny poem thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThere is humour here, but also a subtle reminder of what might become us all soon enough, that makes the reader pause for thought.
ReplyDeleteGood one!
ReplyDeleteAnthony.
http://antomaniax.wordpress.com/2012/04/15/light-up-again/
OMG, amusing, but scary, too!
ReplyDeleteThis is great... I know what you mean, I can see this too... kind of scary. I try to stay firmly ensconced in denial... not me, not me.... :)
ReplyDeleteI love it--a clever piece and your second stanza especially made me chuckle.
ReplyDeleteAw! You made me laugh and at the same time, made me wonder what prompted this? Well done!
ReplyDeleteAh - the pleasure of humour and pathos mixed. But we have to laugh.
ReplyDeleteNote to self: Buy more flax oil.
the ending is magical.
ReplyDeletea witty poem,
ReplyDeletemasterful delivery.
well fine tuned poetry and imagery.
ReplyDeleteHaha just laughing at my chances of ever writing material with mass appeal, thanks for putting up with me my friends.
ReplyDeleteha..ha..I love this ~ So humble poet ~
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