Acts of Random Sonnet Susan Reinhard (c) 2014
Mourning my great age and bedimmed beauty
Is a silly waste of rare precious time
I’ll ne’er again get the call of booty
And nothing works as it did in my prime
All I have left are these typing fingers
A three year old Macbook on internet
I lack the wit to fling great zingers
And no more plays do tickle yon ink jet
Still, I have relative health and SS
All that I need to survive day to day
A twenty five year old car who’s the best
Still walking even if there is no sway
I guess I’ll continue to bother you
Until I take leave of this Earthly zoo
Mourning my great age and bedimmed beauty
Is a silly waste of rare precious time
I’ll ne’er again get the call of booty
And nothing works as it did in my prime
All I have left are these typing fingers
A three year old Macbook on internet
I lack the wit to fling great zingers
And no more plays do tickle yon ink jet
Still, I have relative health and SS
All that I need to survive day to day
A twenty five year old car who’s the best
Still walking even if there is no sway
I guess I’ll continue to bother you
Until I take leave of this Earthly zoo
Good to see YOU still writing, too, my prolific friend.
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