I wish I were deft as young chums
who know how to twiddle their thumbs
typing texts of their own
over cellular phone
as swift and correct as they come.
But I’m not only old, I am dumb
and forced to the pure tedium
of one finger indexy
(it’s not very sexy)
O fee, and fie-fo, and fo-fum.
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Here is a yuletide hurrah
From littleoldlady—that’s moi–
To all fuddy-duddies
And dear blogger buddies
Falah, lalalah, lalalah!
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Her teeth are still good for a chomp
And one of her feet can still stomp
She may even be nimble
Enough for a bimble
But certainly not for a yomp.
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OLD MISSUS GIMBLE
There’s development smell on the breeze,
‘Burbs spreading like a disease:
Bullldozing blokes
Felling maples and oaks
Then naming new streets after trees.
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There once was a grey pedagogue
Grown weary of his monologue
So he said to himself:
“It’s no life, on the shelf—
I think I will start me a blogue.”
“Blogs are becoming increasingly popular
with the senior demographic….”
—the Associated Press
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