The Snold Has Grown Old

(loosely following "The Cat in the Hat")

The Snold Has Grown Old

So old it's not funny

He lives in a place

Where the sun is not sunny

He and his friends

Are much older than dirt

They no longer smile and

they no longer flirt

Too old to take hikes

Too old to ride bikes,

They can't get around to the

places they like,

He yells at the kids

to stay off of the grass

The Snold doesn't move

he just sits on his ass,

He sits round all day,

Yes he sits,

                  sits,

                       sits,

                            sits,

Not like old Myrtle,

Who still likes to knit.

Then something goes BLAM

like a battering ram

He feels it

His knees have gone out on him

Wham!

Bursitis, Arthritis, Tinnitus

and more

He no longer feels like

himself anymore.

Lucky for him there is one saving grace

He'll soon lose his mind

And get outta this place.