Roller Skating Granny...

By Passim

I love my next door neighbours.
They’re a wonderful old pair.
And though they’re getting on in years.
Their sense of fun’s still there.

The trouble is they’re out late,
on the yard with all their friends,
and although it’s nearly midnight,
the party never ends.

I try to read my book in bed,
but I really cannot win.
Old Albert’s on the Guinness.
and Mabel’s on the gin.

What’s going up the entry now?
This noise it just won’t do.
A roller skating granny!!
Believe me, - it’s all true.

Oh let them have their fun now.
“They're getting old” I think.
But I’m really being generous,
and I just can’t sleep a wink.

But listen…it’s all quiet.
They’ve stopped for goodness sake.
I bet they’re all now fast asleep,
and me – I’m wide awake.

This poem could have been written about any of the lovely people that I am going to skate with tomorrow and one day I hope to be one of them.