Fat Old Man

No one fancies a fat old man with long grey hair and liver spot hands who sings along to 60s bands, and talks of life before e-mails when dogs roamed streets and wagged their tails.

We smoked in bars and drove black cars on empty road with horse and carts. The Teddy Boys who looked so smart in skiffle groups with battered guitars, rock and roll and penny bazaars. With cheap holidays to foreign parts, shilling and pence is what we spent the Bernie Inns we did frequent.

Now sitting here with nothing to do thinking back with thoughts of you. Trying to look spic-and -span, but no one fancies a fat old man.