Introduction

A poem wot I rote about when I got me disabled parking badge!
Huh, what was the question? I'm OLD you know!

OAP (Old Aged Paul)

I'm cashing in
Me coupons
I'm 'anging up
Me suit
It's finally
Official
I'm a certified
old coot

I've got me
Disabled sticker
The pension's
Coming soon
I'm swapping
In me steak knife
For a wooden
Spoon

There's handles on
The bathtub
Big numbers
On the phone
And a panic button
I can push
If I fall
At home

I knew
One day
Me time
Would come
So this is REALLY it
Goodbye
Paul the Younger
Hello
Paul the daft Old git

Copyright; Paul Bearer
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