Post by SunnyGirl on Jan 2, 2004 15:35:14 GMT -5
Father Time
Father time I am humbled,
Brought down by your power.
You have made me a weed
In a garden of flowers.
My back hunches over,
I can’t hear anymore.
And my poor wrinkled ass
Now drags on the floor.
My feet have the gout,
And my neck has a crick,
And the lens on my glasses
Are three inches thick.
I have a cane and a walker,
And I eat through a straw.
I have a jar for my teeth,
And I snore like a saw.
They make me wear diapers,
And they won’t let me fart.
They keep feeding me beans;
Say they’re good for my heart.
Father Time you’re a bastard,
Not funny at all.
Yet there’s one consolation,
But it’s very small.
Though I am withered
and barely alive,
I still have my license.
Think I’ll go for a drive.
By Mark Spencer
Father time I am humbled,
Brought down by your power.
You have made me a weed
In a garden of flowers.
My back hunches over,
I can’t hear anymore.
And my poor wrinkled ass
Now drags on the floor.
My feet have the gout,
And my neck has a crick,
And the lens on my glasses
Are three inches thick.
I have a cane and a walker,
And I eat through a straw.
I have a jar for my teeth,
And I snore like a saw.
They make me wear diapers,
And they won’t let me fart.
They keep feeding me beans;
Say they’re good for my heart.
Father Time you’re a bastard,
Not funny at all.
Yet there’s one consolation,
But it’s very small.
Though I am withered
and barely alive,
I still have my license.
Think I’ll go for a drive.
By Mark Spencer
. I will be back looking for Lin and others.