Allo, Allo, Allo, wot you doing reading this? I don't have a clue what I'm doing here, neither do you by the looks of you. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers and as I've always had to beg for most things in life I suppose I'll have to settle for what's turned up. Hello, my name's Ian, and I'm an Old Git, or so my youngest daughter keeps telling me. Right, that's enough for now, I'll get back to you later if I'm still around.
Wrote this a couple of days ago so thought I'd include it here:
Think of the couple who, some years ago, had to shlepp around the countryside looking for shelter. He was an unemployed chippy and she was up the duff by god knows who? She was so far gone he sat her on a donkey just to keep them both mobile. There was a glimmer of hope though, they found a geezer who knew a thing or two about 'one night stands' and who let them stay in an old cow-shed that was going spare. Anyway, it all came right in the end. She dropped her sprog, he tripped over a rake in the dark and shouted 'Geezuss', the cow's all fell about laughing and the stars came out so the people who'd come to see what all the noise was about could see where they were going.
That's yer lot, catch yer later, cheery bye!
A Poem I writ many years ago: (actually it was a song, but I couldn't find a pianist)
Little old Lady, dressed in black, with bended back,
No more time for tears, you've had years and years,
of sorrow.
Little old lady, waiting at gate, why do you wait,
No one passes by, even though you sigh, until tomorrow.
People never worry, they hurry and rush, create a lot of fuss,
but soon the time will tell, it could be us as well, just waiting.
Waiting for tomorrow, coming of the dawn, wishing we were
born, to live eternally, be thankful now you've seen,
My dear old lady.
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