Today’spoem

YOU HAVE TO LAUGH

Two ladies were chatting In the launderette. ‘It’s really quite strange,’ Said one, ‘Cos I fret ‘My hair’s getting thinner On top of my head But there’s enough on my chin To fill a feather bed! ‘My nails don’t grow On my fingers at all, And my toenails, well, They’re as long as my hall! ‘My stomach feels flabby The taste buds are weak; My teeth are my own But oh! How the bones creak! ‘They tell me it’s all down To age — not ’arf! But it’s no use complaining, you just have to laugh.’ Linda Yvonne Kettle, Portsmouth, Hants.