Old As Me

My somewhat depressing childrens story

Oh the things that you will see

When youre as old, as old as me.

 

You’ll see the beaches of Teremazee

And the sun setting over the forgus tree

You can watch the Lampard running so free

And the frolicking Ugandals who leap with such glee

 

You’ll see the wobbling wobble wombat

You see him wobble in his funny red hat

With his poking stick he’ll try to poke at your fat

But only if you stop to give him a pat

 

Oh yes, only when you’re old as old as me

Will all these things you get to see!

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Oh the sounds that will abound

When you’re old, as old as I have found

 

Listen, and you’ll hear the hubalub sound

From the hubalub band just outside of town

With their hublubaloos against the ground

Which makes the sound go round, round and round

 

And you’ll hear a noise coming from up in the hills

The grunting grussle grunt of the Balagazill

As it eats up Krinkle-crooms till it gets its fill

You can hear it all happen if you stand really still

 

Yes it is certain, you will hear those sounds

when you get as old, as old as I’ve found.

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And Oh things that you will taste

When your age like mine has made such haste

 

Help yourself to a finger of Casterplow paste

It tends to drip so don’t let it waste

It grows and it glows way up on Mount Glaste

For this tasty treat I’m sure I’ve made my case

 

And oh the sweetness of the buttercone cake

It seems to get better with each bite you take

Wash it down with a drink from the Crestleberry lake

A drink so refreshing, for a week you’ll be awake

 

Indeed it’s true, these things you’ll taste

When your age seems to make such haste

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Now I’ve got you jealous, this I can see

You wish you were as old, as old me

But while you wish, I’ll tell you something true

I am far more jealous, more jealous of you

How much I wish I could start all anew

And see it all again as I grew

 

You see…I’ve been here and there, I’ve been up and down

Met many people and heard many sounds

But life is handing me far too many lasts

While all of your firsts still haven’t passed

So enjoy it my son, take in all the fun

Cause when you’re old as me it will be almost done

 

If this doesn’t make sense, then try not to fret

When I were your age I made the same bet

 

But I promise, When you’re old, as old as me

you’ll stop to say, “Wow,

I wish I were young, as young as I am now.”

Author's Note

i sorta wrote this with the idea of a grandfather reading to a newborn grandchild

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

This is one grand write! I love it.
It develops a wonderful rhythm while reading and the content is very touching.
Perfect job!