Happy Birthday

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chris2342!

When Smidgen Meets Joker

I'm crappy at Photoshop, but I don't care. This needed doin', so I dood it.

( gooood kittieee )

Long in the Tooth

Here's a poem Aunt Tudi wrote. I rather like it.

Long in the Tooth

When you turn forty, you feel it’s a crime.

Your teeth start falling out one at a time.

 

Your flesh begins sagging.  Your hair, it turns grey

Poor eyesight comes visiting and then tends to stay.

 

You end up with flatulence, incontinence, too.

You even find it difficult to take a poo!

 

When you sometimes stand up, the world spins around,

And the next thing you know, you’re flat on the ground.

 

It hurts just to breathe, and it pains you to walk.

You sometimes have difficulty trying to talk.

 

Your memory is history. You know it is shot

When your best recollections come from when you a tot.

 

But it’s not all that bad.  It could surely be worse:

Your butt could be riding in the back of a hearse!

 

©Deloris M. Evans

15 March, 2009

The Ides of March

She'll be 65 month after next and I'll be 42 later on in the year. I'm wondering if she's trying to give me a message or if she's just expressing fond memories of her own deterioration.