i go through the prompts to buy
movie tickets.
oh look, there's a discount
for seniors.
it's high time i started taking
advantage of
being so old.
damn right. where's my walker,
my cane,
my seeing eye dog, damn it.
kids get out of my yard.
where's my oatmeal, my teeth,
my prune juice?
where's
my Saturday evening post.
my reader's
digest
my melba toast?
did i ever tell you about
the time at Woodstock, when
Janis Joplin invited me into
her tent?
oh yeah, she was a wild one.
hop on my lap little one
and let grandpop tell you
that story.
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