THE OLD AGE RAP.....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Jan 03, 2018

"Here's a catchy little song, that will make your big toes tap,
with tongue in cheek, it's called the "Old age rap."
....This world is for the young, it just doesn't seem fair,
that when we all get old, nobody really does care,
because with my crinkly old face, and my hair fallin' out,
"How's it goin' slaphead?" the cruel kids shout!
He must be at least 100, that's the vicious rumour,
but I can take a joke...must be my unique Scouse humour.
I look like Father Christmas, with my expanding tum,
if you see me from the rear, I've got a massive bum!
With my eyesight fading, and my my hearing going too,
I'm up, and down all night...visiting the bloody loo!
I take my teeth out when I go to bed at night,
I look into the mirror....Oh, what a scary sight!
I can't stay warm, I'm always feeling cold,
If I say so myself, there's no fun in growing old.
But there's nothing that I can do, about the "Generation Gap,"
I just dance around my Zimmer....and sing the OLD AGE RAP!".....Hahaha.....Happy New Year!...

 

Tags: Encouraging, Beat, Rhyme, Humor, Happy,

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Christopher Russon commented on Jan 03, 2018 at 5:20pm
I think all of us at a certain age can relate to the old age rap.nice one Frank.
Jim Kilduff commented on Jan 04, 2018 at 12:03am
Great rap Frank!! So catchy!
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 07, 2018 at 1:46pm
Thanks Chris, thanks Jim.......hahaha..luckily I don't suffer with any of the above ailments (yet)..........just a vivid imagination.....Happy new year!.....
Fadrian Bartley commented on Feb 08, 2018 at 4:38pm
I LIKE THIS ONE LOVELY
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 03, 2019 at 8:20pm
Thanks Fadrian....
R.T. Aquinas commented on Jan 06, 2019 at 11:01am
Great rap Frank. I'm sure you're still young at heart. Happy 2019!

 

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