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[sane_witch]

When I am old
I shall wear my green Puffa
With a Christmas onesie, shooting socks
And a pair of old crocks.

I shall spend my fuel allowance
On Champagne and cruises
And use my i-pad as a chopping board
And say we have no money
To help out the kids.

I shall slump into the wheelbarrow
When I am tired and puff on a real cigarette
When I go to town I shall catapult pearls at pigeons
And leave my dog poo on the pavement.

I shall cavort with statues in the garden when it rains
Wearing a silk ball gown and let my hair go frizzy
And learn to play the harmonica.

I shall start to wear clothes with elastic waists
And not give a fig
And drink a whole week’s units at a go
Or eat only liquorice Allsorts and nuts for a month
And hoard sherbet lemons and wine corks
And used yoghurt pots…

I think I might start practicing now
So people who know me aren’t too shocked
As I near the end and speed up…

And
Spend, spend, spend…

Duffy, Tottering by Gently