'Oliver' by Trish 1994 |
'Oliver's Wheel of Fortunel' by Trish 1994 |
I'm told I'm strange, a weird sort of chap,
'Oliver's Protector' by Trish 1995 |
I tell folk, 'well that's me, it's just how I am,
So be it, if you see me as a strange weird man'.
However, odd, or come Whatever may,
Of one thing I'm certain, on the day,
When I start to work, at a man's job,
I'll put my shoulder to the wheel,
And I'll earn every 'bob'.
(for me, 'bob' = ten cents)Tushie
'Energy Image' by Trish 1994 |
'Oliver's Grandma' by Trish 1995 |
A BIT OF AN OLD BIDDY?
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She certainly doesn't look the best
Wouldn't put her, to the test,
But many's the good tune on an old fiddle,
Especially if you can play, hi diddle, diddle.
'After all, what is, this myth about old age',
Grandma says, so family members say,
'It's like starting a book, in the middle, or at the end',
The story comes out anyway, if you're not round the bend.
Tushie
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