Worried
Worried
Can somebody answer this question,
As I sit here, in my repose.
Why is it that men ‘of a certain age’,
Get big hairs in the end of their nose?
Mine are beginning to do this,
And they look like the tail of a thrush,
They’re as long as a radio ariel,
They protrude like a chimney sweeps brush.
They are out of control, I’m embarrassed,
And I really don’t know what to do,
Last week, in the wind I was walking,
And they tuned into Radio Two!
I have pulled them and plucked them with tweezers,
But that doesn’t help how I feel.
It just gives me the ‘sniffles’ for ages,
And it makes my eyes freewheel.
I guess I will just have to suffer,
And I suppose enough’s enough,
But just don’t get me started,
On ‘belly-button’ fluff!
Mick
(Copyright Michael Westwood 2014.)
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