Rather dark at the end there when I was expecting a slice of comic verse. When I'm old I'll wear puple. Boy was I wrong. Some interesting imagery here. I always wonder if old people are more comfortable with death than the young. As a poem you dealt with your subject well hope this was just a bit of fun for you really and not a sign of inner turmoil.

ThanX for this poem and also the introduction of the word "nares" I'd not heard this before.

John

The poem is proof that the sane lucid moments have passed lol. (just kidding).
age gets us all
of that there's no doubt
so let's have a ball
before all hairs fall out...............................stan

I think this is a great read dear Juddy. It touched me as I always have my fears concering senelity. I felt am a little out of rhyme scheme at the end of stanza 1(root, proof) and in stanza 2 (it , senile ) may be for a particular reason? -while it rhymed very well all through.
I sure did enjoy this piece and especially the ending lines

then when in a sane, lucid moment I see
a likeness of wolf from the mirror view me..( I love the sense of fun )
I'll bite really hard on my specially made denture
and send myself off on my next life's adventure

Experts know better..I am still a junior :)

An excellent write poking fun at ageing. I wish I could transplant all the unwanted hair I have to the back of poor Steve's (hubby) head! Good title, covering the subject! I hope I have 20 years before the nursing home. I like the idea of the cyanide filled tooth. Good write, And I learned a new word: nares.

always, Cat

Oh hilarious, and serious!!!

Did you ever see the Japanese potter who had become
"A National Treasure," ? He had eyebrows that fell from
his forehead like little waterfalls, they wafted about in the
breeze, I wonder how he managed to keep them from
getting mixed up in the clay when throwing a pot.
He was, of course not a treasure because of his eyebrows.

I have plaits, sort of, perhaps I could have chin plaits too!

This is a kind of refrain and 'could' be written out long:-

"and I worry so much about it, it's probably why I'm thin
when I get old and senile, who's gonna pluck my chin?

LIke the change in rhythm of music, can we do that in poetry
surely yes? Dave Brubeck's Take Five, I once looked at the
music for that and was horrified to see three different times
in the first phrasing, like the Indian Classical music, which
has totally different timing from the Western type, very
complicated but so effective and varied within the general
pattern, that mesmerises.

I think it would add to the enjoyment f this poem.
Did you know we can have LONG hairs on our tongues!
My eyebrows joined in the middle, all others said pluck them
but that idea didn't appeal to me at all; so I don't pluck.

Enjoyed this judyanne, Annanya.x

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tell you what? after reading this it gave me nightmares...making me wonder what i would look like ..lol...fun apart..this is different than your normal style...

loved women's secret you told about tweezers....i stand corrected about saying that i found this write to be a different style than your normal...you are right it could be because i haven't read all your writes...

much love n hugs,

If I can see through my eye brows this day.
I will answer your poem in a good way.
But the hairs on the backs of my hands,
The arthritis and many things wrong with my glands.
Only permit me a moment or two to say, " well written"
Never shoot through with that strychnine stuff
it leaves you grinning the sardonic bluff.
As if you enjoyed the excruciating pain this death gives.
Just wait a little longer
They may find
Something stronger
To see you on your way
Maybe insulin and a comma,
Will make your day.

Just behave and live this lovely life we have, Yours Ian.T

That made me smile again judyanne and ian.
Wow this is getting quite a creative picture,
definitely crime in the air. I am sure there is something interesting
that the Native Australians do that would fit here,
like putting you up a (gum) tree!
They buried their dead there didn't they :)
Or is it my sister's visit, with all her tails tying you up?

annanya.