THE S.L.H.S .....................Contest entry no. C 5 ...............Return to Homepage

There's a group

They are whitty and wacky

And deliberately quacky

And old

 

They're Historical and Hysterical

And incurably eager for stories so bold

And books that have sold

And they're old

 

They are friends

Some are related as cousins

Uncles and aunts by the dozens

All old

 

They like meeting, they like talking

Even walking

To graveyards so old; full of mould

Cause they're old

 

They ride barges, they are lookers

They are cookers, take lunches

And bunches

Of photos. Cause that's what you do when you're old

 

They have teas

On verandahs and porches with hammocks and rockers

And pretty brass knockers

On doors that are cold

Cause they're old

 

Also poetry readings, in costume, in gardens

Where one scours

The flowers

And looks at the barns that are older than them

Oh so old

 

And to end both the season

And reason

For being,

Bring goodies galore

That in past days of yore

Couldn't equal the score

Of their parents before.

To eat more

 

They're the S.L.H. S.,who are old

Very old

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