Monday, November 21, 2016
Rest Home Misfit
I’ll never fit in at a rest home,
Nor give up my 7th grade humor…
If I look serious when found dead,
Any speculation, is all a rumor.
I laugh at all the gutter jokes,
See life’s fails as humorous irony…
Life’s too short to wear a frown
Happy’s all I want to be.
Neighbors discuss bowel movements,
Complain of arthritic pain…
I say wash down another aspirin,
With wine and dance again.