Well you know you're getting older when you have to soak your toes
And the wash basin's got higher more in line now with your nose
And your bones have stiffened up, so there's just no way you can hope
to get your feet into the sink and give them a good soak.
The water once would foam and smell
Of scent and luscious fruits
But now quite sensibly I add
The stuff they sell in Boots
The moisturising gel that adds
No hint of sex or lust
But it makes my toe nails softer
And at my age that's a must.
So now the bit I do not like , the cutting of my nails
My arms must have got shorter
Or my feet have moved to Wales
How did they get so far away
They mock me from a distance
And if I get within their reach they offer much resistance.
I must have rhino relatives, perhaps I'll grow a horn
I'll check my ancestry in case t'was known when I was born.
Well finally, contortions over, my task is now complete
I'm quite worn out, and all I've done
Is wash my flippin' feet!
What challenge should I line up next
Perhaps something that's fun
A hike up Everest would do or a 50 mile run!
Karen Holmes
3rd January 2026.
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