by Wayne Scheer
So this magic fairy
Says to me
Because I've been good--
My cholesterol is 136
I don't cheat on my wife
And I recycle--
He's been authorized
To make me
A once-in-a-lifetime
Deal.
You're sixty-five,
He reminds me.
According to
The Natural order of things
You're going to get older,
Infirm and die.
That's your future.
But if he
Sprinkles me with his
Genuine, state-of-the-art
Fairy dust,
He promises
I'll get younger
And healthier
Until I end up
A teenager again.
I remember myself
At sixteen
Arms dangling
Voice changing
Hormones raging
And in less time
Than it would take me
To choose between
A NY pizza
And a poke in the eye
I tell him
I prefer
The natural order of things.
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Hey Wayne...Wonderful piece! "Any pizza and a poke in the eye"--brilliant.
ReplyDeleteLord, Wayne, there aren't many that could make getting older seem the better choice--a testimony to your talent!
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