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I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go,

And doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

.And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens

.And learn how to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and a pickle for a week

And hoard pens and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

.But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not to shocked and surprised.

When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.





by ~Jenny Joseph~

worked out by ~Nesan~







August 30, 1999