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
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