Friday, July 6, 2012

hey hey ize a sick ol man




hey hey ize a sick ol man
ain no use t poutn frown
whan ize deed tiz frum i'm cum
hey hey tiz ho nonny nonne

hey hey whan ize feelin sore
hurtin bad n wurse in store
taint az if ize like afore
tiz hey ho an let it go

hey hey wotz up cumz darn
skinny az rope an wun end gone
slobberin lips n teeth undone
hey hey tiz ho nonny nonne

hey hey whan sun had played
sky thru leaves az newly made
spring haz went and summerz blew
hey hey aint here t stay

hey hey dis'n my turn too
hey hey twere well-a-day
wot wunce were close now far away
nobuddy scapes nut me nut you

hey nonny nonne n lost fer wurds
write yer owen obit tiz fun fer free
fill it wi trills like singin birdz
hey nonny now tiz orl frum me


laurie ashton aug mmx+i

1 comment:

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Nice poem! We can't really escaped from getting old.