My Word You Do Look Queer

You’re ninety two, well blow me down I never would have guessed You look so young and sprightly And seem so full of zest You’ve got your hair, its all your own Your teeth are yours, not false The way you talk, it’s obvious Your mind’s intact, of course What’s that you say, I’m sorry Sometimes I can’t quite hear It’s fifty two, not ninety My word you do look ***** © John W Fenn 22-05-2009