SEVENTY
Seventy is a horrible number
I would rather be cutting lumber
On the miserable Humber
On the coldest day in March
Or better still
Chewing the bark
From a storm-felled Larch.
SEVENTY
Seventy is a horrible number
I would rather be cutting lumber
On the miserable Humber
On the coldest day in March
Or better still
Chewing the bark
From a storm-felled Larch.
Well I thought the same about sixty last Christmas – I reckon they should ban birth certificates altogether so that we may continue to be we are as young as we feel
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You’re not wrong, Phil!
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