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When I am an old woman
I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!
My husband posed this question to me today ….and I said ‘presumably when you go to the toilet’?
But it’s not so….mostly its by ….breathing out …
The sad news is that you can’t lose weight only by breathing out (I got all excited for a few minutes at that possibility)
You have to actually burn off the fat first….so its off my bum and into the Nikes…oh dear
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Inspired by The Wandering Poet http://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/25448023/
I would like to submit ‘The Irish Valentine’ as my entry to Cee’s Oddball Challenge
We Irish do love our potatoes so what better symbol of love than …a heart shaped potoatoe.
Wouldn’t you be happy to receive it from your special someone…