Humorous poem about a man that is retired.
Woke up in the morning,
Feeling old and worn,
Face needed shaving,
Looking so forlorn.
Body aching all over,
Stomach twisted in knots,
Sitting at the breakfast table,
Playing connect the dots.
Had a cup of coffee,
Perking up a little,
Ate two eggs and sausages,
Feeling paunchy in the middle.
After breakfast, watched TV,
Local news about a fire,
Still dressed in my pajamas,
Thank heavens, I am retired.
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