Life in Limericks – Forty-Seven

The life of an elderly delinquent in limericks – with free optional snark…

I am old, and my face is a mess
It looks like a crushed cotton dress
It’s wrinkled and broke
Stained badly with smoke
And my wattles hang down on my chest

© jane jago

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