METHUSELAH

18. METHUSELAH

 

For sadder life you would look far

To beat that of ol’ Methuselah

Lived hundreds nine and sixty-nine

For any pension long did pine

Endless birthdays saw no difference

Countless socks did go the distance

Tempers short and feelings raw

Far too oft saw mother-in-law

Midst creak of bones and ache of joints

He gained a host of Clubcard points

Much was there for him to rue 

With vision gone and Specsavers few

Still by-the-by his funeral passed

And for that day the skies held fast

Soon after though twas much less jolly

Some there wished they’d brought a brolly.


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