Found this...

[somuchcolor]

Warning

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public

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[lost_bob]

I've heard this poem before. Maybe in a commercial?

I really like it.

And when I'm an old man, I'm going to have to learn something besides spitting. I mastered that one ages ago.

I am.

[somuchcolor]

I found it in Perrine's Literature book (the book of Satan, really) and just fell in love with it. Actually, a friend saw it, and told me I would like it... which made me think about how transparent I am. Or how false and set on building a simple character for my friends I am.

I'll have to take up Brandy. Everything else, I can pretty much see myself doing now.