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The New Me

Contributed by norm on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 02:32:08 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



I think it's time to trade me in
I've done some things you might call sin,
I cannot play the violin
I think of folks I might have been.

I took me therefore, down the mall,
There, they have a trade-in stall,
You fill you out a questionnaire,
To make a trade while you are there.

This is why I'll trade me in,
My ears they hear an awful din.
My toes do curl like wifey Shirl,
As does my tongue, at night unfurl.

My teeth are shot and like as not,
My eyes are gone, they're red a lot,
My stomach growls, my mind it howls
I sweat enough to use ten towels.

My arms are weak, my nose does leak,
My legs are stalks and soon will pique,
And all in all you add it up,
Not much left that's worth a tup.

I saw a model, looked quite nice,
I held my breathe and asked the price,
The answer was within my range,
Right there and then, we made the change,

You see me now, I'm really wow,
I'd say I am the cat's meow,
Finally, all that's in me works
For an extra ten they thru in perks.




Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-12-02 14:32:08]
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Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Putteragain on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 03:12:29 PM AEST
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thanks i neede to read this today of all days
it made me feel alot better dont know why it just did thanks

michelle


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 04:50:56 PM AEST
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oh norm! this poem is adorable!! hugs n' love nessa


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 04:55:36 PM AEST
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where's this mall? Very good write
Shari


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 05:48:06 PM AEST
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Oh norm this is exceptional...i'm laughing so hard I can't chrititic.....you've still got lots of years in you left....it's OK if you're deaf....I know a marvelous composer that was deaf in both ears...and my how he could compose..my heart he tears.
I'm like Shari could you direct me to the Mall...
I can't hold mine in but I can surely leave a call!
So refreshing, Norm...your poem that is!
warm love for an old worn out poet that doesn't know it......*smiles* 'cause he really isn't don't you see...this is just his way of getting lots of sympathy!


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 06:41:51 PM AEST
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This is sure to bring a warm smile to every reader. I know I smiled. Very cute.

Kie


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 06:53:41 PM AEST
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LMAO!! Norm, you have once again succeeded in making me smile at a time when I thought nothing would.... Thank you for this hilarious write....
Hugs
Jenni


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by CrystalSilence on Wednesday, 3rd December 2003 @ 05:48:42 AM AEST
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LOL!! I'd say this is your best yet.(my opinion) very humorous look at aging.My dad will love this one..(80 and strong) Thanks


Re: The New Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 02:01:13 PM AEST
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Hey norm I'd like to try this place
I'm fed up with this sad old face
my life is done that's how I feel
but tell me, can I cut a deal?

I'd like to call, it sounds a doddle
for ten you get a newer model?
I'd really like to try that plenty
how young d'you think I'd get for twenty?

bob




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