Right now, quite apart from the droops,
I'm fit to jump clear through some hoops
Well maybe just one
Then I would be done
And then have to call out the troops.
If one's dear wife is a queen
Then hubby's a king, it would seem
When he's grumpy and frownin'
The wife could then crown him
Without seeming overly mean.
I'm limp as a rag in the wind
My energy's quite underpinned
my muse, once a guest,
Has travelled out west
I feel I've been gutted and skinned.
Photos are wonderful things
Such joy that the memory brings
They have quite a pull
When albums are full
Of seasons from Autumns to Springs.
As you see I have not yet demised
I've resurfaced though reduced in size
I've shrunk quite a bit
So my clothes do not fit
My wardrobe I need to revise.