July21 - limericks

If something nice you cannot say
Say nothing at all, that’s the way
Just zip up your lips

If something nice you cannot say
Say nothing at all, that’s the way
Just zip up your lips
So you can’t eat chips

If something nice you cannot say
Say nothing at all, that’s the way
Just zip up your lips
So you can’t eat chips
You could still have 'soup of the day'.

Making the most of what we've got

Making the most of what we've got
Forget about what we have not

Making the most of what we've got
Forget about what we have not
But I am so short

Making the most of what we've got
Forget about what we have not
Yet high heels are fraught

Making the most of what we`ve got
Forget about what we have not
But I am so short
Yet high heels are fraught
So, do I like them? Not a lot!

My comfy trainers I will wear

My comfy trainers I will wear
To show my feet I care

My comfy trainers I will wear
To show my feet I care
No callus or corns

My comfy trainers I will wear
To show my feet I care
No callus or corns
No keratin horns

My comfy trainers I will wear
To show my feet I care
No callus or corns
No keratin horns
My feet look good even when bare.

Wish I could say that about my face

Dear Lady, he asked,why so sad?
Surely life can’t be that bad
It’s just rubbish,she moaned
Nobody has phoned
Not even my darlin’ wee Dad

A beautiful pearl from the sea

Sorry nanna8, I think you’re on the wrong page

Wish I could say that about my face
So many lines , no sign of grace

Wish I could say that 'bout my face
So many lines , no sign of grace
But one big, wide smile

Wish I could say that 'bout my face
So many lines. no sign of grace
But one big, wide smile
Brightens up for a while

Wish I could say that 'bout my face
So many lines. no sign of grace
But one big, wide smile
Brightens up for a while
And then the jowls fall back into place

The joys of growing old and grey

The joys of growing old and grey
None! I’m full of dismay

The joys of growing old and grey
There are none! I’m full of dismay
But we are still here

The joys of growing old and grey
There are none! I’m full of dismay
But we are still here
So be of good cheer

The joys of growing old and grey
There are none! I’m full of dismay
But we are still here
So be of good cheer
And just make the most of each day.

Remember when thirty seemed old?

Remember when thirty seemed old?
And futures were glowing like gold?

Remember when thirty seemed old?
And futures were glowing like gold?
For those lucky few

Remember when thirty seemed old?
And futures were glowing like gold?
For those lucky few
Who`ve lived life anew

Remember when thirty seemed old?
And futures were glowing like gold?
For those lucky few
Who've lived life anew
How quickly those years by have rolled.

I look at the world with fresh eyes

I look at the world with fresh eyes
Every morning when I do arise