FOR FITS SAKE
They told me at sixteen
You're too young to die
but we don't think you'll make twenty one
definitely not twenty five
In my seventh decade now
fighting fit for fits sake
Walking stick football
forty then forty five
came and went
Attack defence sub
Subbuteo Shove ha'penny
armchair TV
A new millennium
appeared swallowed me up
with all its apps aches
likes and dripping taps
Mobile madness
inbuilt sickness
inane sadness
The fat controller
breaks out Brexit
petit dejeuner demain
flu jab over
covert covid
Hold out your hand
and we'll stab you again
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