A Vintage Cheese
Beautiful Bugatti found on PreWarCar site
http://www.prewarcar.com/
I am like a vintage cheese
For I am crumbling at the knees
Sad to say there’s more to tell
For there is an abominable smell
Once I was natty like a Bugatti
Now I am wobbly and somewhat tatty
Sad to say there’s more to tell
My mechanical parts don't work too well
Compare me to a Louis 15th Clock
But now I fear that dreadful knock
Sad to say that's not all to tell
I'm just waiting to toll the bell
They say getting old isn't for sissies! In most cases, though, it beats the alternative. What a shame, though, that our list of life options doesn't include "live long but stay young."
ReplyDeleteNice car...wouldn't mind a Sunday drive in that around the Hills:)
ReplyDeleteDo not go gentle into that goodnight,
ReplyDeleteold age should burn and rave at close of day;
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan got it right!
I know the feeling - waiting for the Rim Greaper...
ReplyDeleteAnd ar age 91 with plenty of ailments, I know it better than well! (Is that a play on words?)
ReplyDeleteHmmmmmmm, you will always be a Bugatti to me :-)
ReplyDeleteBless you. Take the age number away and put your own age on yourself - It might be younger! :)
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