A poem to be included in an imaginary sequel to AA Milne’s ‘Now We Are Six’ entitled, ‘Now We Are Eighty Six’
I never was a good man – and now I’m eighty six
I creep around the care home playing lots of naughty tricks.
I steal old Gertrude’s knickers from her locker by the door
And plant them surreptitiously in Wilhelmina’s drawer.
I sneak into the day room when I know that no one’s there,
And pop a whoopee cushion on to Esmeralda’s chair.
I tip-toe to the kitchen in the middle of the night
And nab a tasty tit-bit when there’s no one else in sight.
I wink at all the carers and I like to play the clown
By pinching matron’s bottom when I catch her bending down,
And when she turns about and says, ‘You naughty, naughty man!’
I swear to God it wasn’t me and blame it all on Stan.
Whatever pills I’m given I deposit in the bin
And fortify my nightcap with a healthy dose of gin,
Then, slipping into sleep, I think, if eighty six is heaven
Who knows what pleasures lie ahead when I am eighty seven!
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