Warning

By Jenny Joseph

The words describe growing old in a wonderfully outrageous style.

Here’s how it begins.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals and say we’ve no money for butter.

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