hey hey ize a sick ol man
hey hey ize a sick ol man
ain no use t poutn frown
whan ize deed tiz frum i'm cum
hey hey tiz ho nonny nonne
hey hey whan ize feelin sore
hurtin bad n wurse in store
taint az if ize like afore
tiz hey ho an let it go
hey hey wotz up cumz darn
skinny az rope an wun end gone
slobberin lips n teeth undone
hey hey tiz ho nonny nonne
hey hey whan sun had played
sky thru leaves az newly made
spring haz went and summerz blew
hey hey aint here t stay
hey hey dis'n my turn too
hey hey twere well-a-day
wot wunce were close now far away
nobuddy scapes nut me nut you
hey nonny nonne n lost fer wurds
write yer owen obit tiz fun fer free
fill it wi trills like singin birdz
hey nonny now tiz orl frum me
laurie ashton aug mmx+i
1 comment:
Nice poem! We can't really escaped from getting old.
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