Wormholes

Poem in tribute

 

 

Those things that we'll do in no time at all

are still undone with the coming of age.

The little stunts, you should recall

which threw your friends and family in a rage.

 

The little yellow pixies strike

and having struck move on

leaving grass of uneven stripes

or scatty old bits of raggedy lawn..

 

Wormholes appear in the trousers of life

all your ambitions turn lumpy,

and even your wife, the one joy in life

looks decidedly better, with scrumpy.

 

The garden will get you whatever the plans

so "Us best be avin a few more cans."

Author's Note

last line dialectic -Bristol Area England.