Inspired by Gershon's 'Regions Unexplored Heretofore'
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It’s a sound that can’t be spelt A sound not uttered by the svelte A sound like when your grandpa knelt It’s worse with every year you’re dealt A sound made rising from a chair When pulling up your underwear When climbing each successive stair A sound devoid of savoir faire This sound made by the elderly Is commonplace; apparently But lately this sound seems to be A sound that emanates from me!
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