Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

My little bod

Daily writing prompt
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

I’ve had it nearly seventy one years, It doesn’t have cogs levers or gears.

Often overworked, misused and abused but still never burned out or fused.

On each side there’s an arm, At the top two eyes full of charm.

At the bottom two feet, still quite fleet

The roofs lost its thatch, the hands have no match.

The head full of cunning and guile,

One day it will end, then my dear friend,

It will all end up in a pile.

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