THE CAT IN THE HAT ON AGING

Shayl

I cannot see

I cannot pee

I cannot chew

I cannot shrew

Oh, my God, what can I do?

My memory shrinks

My hearing stinks

No sense of smell

I look like hell

My mood is bad -- can you tell?

My body's drooping

Have trouble pooping

The Golden years have come at last

The Golden years can kiss my ass. 

  • Author: Shayl Mantei (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2018 15:26
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 18
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  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    This poem is hilarious. I loved it, but I wonder if you meant "pooping" instead of "popping." It rhymes you know. If that's what you meant, hit the edit button and correct it. 🙂

    Thanks for posting this excellent poem on the aging process.

  • A.H. Browning

    I'm still laughing...

  • Leisa Niamh

    Very funny indeed. Keep up the writing.



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