Onomatopoeia

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Getting old hasn’t much going for it

But it’s one thing that we can’t outwit

Dying young is our only way out

Of avoiding old age, there is no doubt

So if you want  no hassle or fuss

Try to get run over by a bus

Because after you sign on for your  pension

It will be a stroke or hypertension

Life will be onomatapoeic

With teeth that chatter and bones that creak

We’ll slurp our soup and burp out loud

We’ll be old , so it’s allowed

When we whizz or poo we’ll pong

Our bums will be too saggy for thongs

We’ll have to get used to swollen feet

We won’t be able to stand the heat

A zimmerframe will be our friend

A stairlift; a real godsend

When we are not so mobile

Before we shuffle from this mortal coil

So watch out for the onomatopoeia

And, don’t say that I never warned ye!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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One Response to Onomatopoeia

  1. sepultura13 says:

    I love this – great ode to one of my favourite words!
    😀

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