You see, we are the "Oldies" now.
We need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.
They'll never know the things we did
Before we got old
There wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.
We may seem like sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60's -
If you only knew the truth.
There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
and were quite outrageous flirts !
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum
Somebody's wife, then nana
Wo on earth did we become ?
We didn't mind the change of pace
because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead
Is like a red rag to a bull.
So here you find me stuck inside
for weeks, and maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door !!
It didn't really bother me
I'd while away the hour
I'd bake for all the family
But I've got no blooming flor.
The Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I've got a stash of booze
for when I am being idle
There's wine and whiskey, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal
So lets all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this blooming virus
doesn't decimate our wealth.
We'll all get through this crisis
and be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates !!!!
Mrs Bouquet
