Old Peoples Home Poem by Lee Fones

from the bright start of day
to the afternoon of gloom
everyone did safety say
watch out for hand of doom

packing all our stuff
into plastic carrier bags
tins and fury ear muffs
and umpteen boxes of fags

we then began our conquest
at the old peoples home
the food that was best
and woodbine's dry as bone

showed them ear muffs so blue
Evelyn wasn't impressed
shouted for some super glue
and stuck them on his chest

the old people loved it'
Evelyn started up a craze
attendants teeth did grit
hoping it was passing phase


them woodbine's they did puff
although tasted rather bland
Harold took some snuff
and sneezed straight in hand

the food it was a flying
all over here and there
some started dying
like Ethyl in her chair

it was absolute chaos
at that old peoples place
and as for poor Amos
last in the one horse race