Aww, why they call me 'Fossil'?
It's my middle name
So it's not all that well known
But Goldfinch and I
Are millions of years old, so we say
We go to Hastings Reunions annually
The only condition for attending
Is that you have to have been there in person
In 1066!
Dunno how old Fido is!
Woof! He says it's like asking
A lady her age - it's not done
So we'll never know!
KP must be even older than us
But how can we tell
Beyond the layers of botox?!
Is there any way we can gauge
The age of trouts (old ones)
Like we can with trees -
Counting the number of rings on the trunks?
Goldfinch and I
Were the first men on the moon
We stepped out form its dark side
To greet the first astronauts
We arrived there in 5 million BC
We took a trip there on the No.7 bus!
But we return to Earth at times
We knew the dinosaurs too
Aww, they say....
You Fossil, you
You dried up prune, you piece of rock
You ancient monument....
Sounds like a description of KP!
Heehee
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: March 8th, 2024 03:03
- Comment from author about the poem: You very old? What time of life are you at?! I even found a Fossil Song.
- Category: Humor
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Comments8
deviations are more than acceptable ..
Thanks N.
Is it not time you reviewed orchidee's medication, Neville?
High time
Now those human footprints in rock are explained. Good write Orchi.
Thanks SB.
This one made me smile.. A good write. 🙂
Thanks Tom.
So it was you Orchi, the asteroid that killed off the dinosaurs. 🦣
Thank AP. Yes lol.
There's about 50 million dinosaurs that would like a few words with you. 🤣
Lol. Great stuff.
Thanks T. lol.
Beautifully thought out. Ty For sharing. 🙏
Thanks M.
You know Orchi, your days could be numbered if you refer to mature women as trouts lol. Prunes and trouts are not looked on favourably. 😀
Thanks C. heehee. Yes, KP will get her own back on me. It's the botox you see, makes her look trout-like! lol.
You just do not listen Orchi. I told you about that round thing you were making would take you around faster than walking! So we ended up on the No 7 bus to the moon. You cycled along the Hastings beach and told Harold to look up. You have a great deal for which to answer!
Thanks Gold. It's all my fault! lol.
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