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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