May Bank Holiday Weekend Chat-May 1st-It STAAAAAaaaaaarts HEEEeeeerre!

Gemmzie

TV suddenly improves at 11pm - Dirty Sexy Money then SATC - ideal, bed can wait

skint_spice

spud30 wrote: »

I maybe too old for purple hair at some point though Bookie

are you not supposed to wear a purple hat and act mad when you get older? the hair is only a little extension of that...

bookseller1980

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the 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 to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts 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 must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

(Land_of)_Maz

bookseller1980 wrote: »

there's a poem thingey
'When I am old I shall wear purple'

<maz waits for a google moment> - edit - too late bookie got in before me!!! ^^^^^^^^^^

i also like dust if you must... fab poem. we read it at my dad's funeral. funny cause he'd never have dreamt of picking up a duster himself!!

spud30

ZTD wrote: »

You're never to old for purple hair - it just becomes a rinse...

Nope, the Mrs Slocombe look isnt for me Zed :eek:

Buffythedebtslayer

By Jenny Joseph


Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the 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 to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts 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 must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Ellidee

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warning/ Oops - beaten to it !

Buffythedebtslayer

(Land_of)_Maz wrote: »

<maz waits for a google moment>

[STRIKE]
*Buffy provides the google moment *
[/STRIKE]

Bookie provides the google moment

bookseller1980

I got there first. :j:j:j:j:j

(Land_of)_Maz

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read, friends to
cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must -
You, yourself, will make more dust!