The Young Old Man

The Young Old Man

A Poem by Mark

There was a man of thirty three
Who would complain and grumble with glee

Moaning was his hobby
Particularly food that tasted dodgy

He would turn off the light
Darkness being cheaper than bright

He was the heating Police
Where warmness would cease

Don't turn on the tap
Let's re-use that glass

Never dare to leave a mess
For grubby stains would cause him stress

And on top of all that
He had an old man's back

Barely able to move
He would lie down and brood

In complaining he had a degree
Was he really only thirty three?

© 2012 Mark


Author's Note

Mark
A bit of self-deprecation

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It has such a funny way of telling something it sparks the imagination

Posted 11 Years Ago


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