by Karen Lonsdale

Created on: January 10, 2009

In The Pink and Crinkly.

I was born all pink and crinkly,

my skin was wet and cold,

but little did I realise,

It worsens when your old.

And now I need to iron it,

to make my skin all smooth,

there ain't a cream on Gods green earth,

to bring me back my youth.

I see me in the mirror,

when I get out the bath,

I find it oh so funny,

and simply have to laugh.

You'll never hear a whinge or moan,

I wouldn't say a word,

there is no point in fighting time,

It's really quiet absurd.

It merely is a fact of life,

there's nothing we can do,

and if you find this ditty fits,

then maybe this is you.

So now I'll end my story,

upon a happy note,

no one else can see your skin,

underneath your coat.

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