WHAT THE HELL

Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

Sometimes I write humorous verse…

Study-Of-The-Head-Of-An-Old-Man

Tempus Fugit About It

Who knows where the bloody time goes?
You turn your back to blow your nose,
And suddenly you’re in the throes
Of hemorrhoids and old folks’ woes.
Who knows where the bloody time goes?

Who knows where the bloody time goes?
The bloom comes off the pretty rose,
You spend your time at HMOs,
Like morbid Edgar Allen Poes.
Who knows where the bloody time goes?

Who knows where the bloody time goes?
The fate of hobos and CEOs:
From blushing youth to orthopedic hose,
And then you start to decompose.
Who knows where the bloody time goes?

8 comments on “Sometimes I write humorous verse…

  1. korimiller
    July 17, 2013

    Reblogged this on Kori Miller Writes and commented:
    A bit of poetry for you to ponder this evening …

  2. John W. Howell
    July 17, 2013

    “who knows where the time goes,” I resemble that. Loved it

  3. 1WriteWay
    July 18, 2013

    You sound like my husband, if he wrote poetry 😉

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