When a forward young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, you are old and gray!”,
I composed a rhyme
About old Father Time
And Fay whose hair will turn gray!
When a forward young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, you are old and gray!”,
I composed a rhyme
About old Father Time
And Fay whose hair will turn gray!
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Thank you as well for sharing, Kevin! xx Michael
Well deserved by Fay. 😉 Thanks, Kevin! Have a beautiful Friday! xx Michael
Thanks, Michael. I hope your Friday is a good one to. And I’m pleased you like my poem. Kevin
Thank you as well, Kevin! I really adore your poetry. More and more i need less looking ups for new vocables. xx Michael
Not necessarily. There are many old ladies with locks that are not grey, thanks to bottles.
That is very true, Vivienne. And there are gentlemen also …!