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Friends and family come to see
a baby screaming loudly.
On horse and cart they head for home,
parents smiling proudly.

2:
And now school's out for summer
attention he doth crave,
with a wetsuit and a surfboard
chasing that elusive wave.

Still very shy and awkward
his confusion he must beat,
with much more noise than needed
he tears his moped up the street.

3:
And then he buys a motorbike
impressing all the girls,

4:
but suddenly he gets called up
his country he must serve.

5:
After seven months he's out
and the GNR he joins,
with authority and gun in hand
he demands pleasure for his loins.

6:
A slap on the wrist, a career called short
he returns to the family grove,
and starts building up a business
of grapes green, red and mauve.

7:
Every year more tourists come
drinking of his wine,
and in this sunny region
the social ladder he doth climb.

His gorgeous wife
once young, fresh-faced and thin,
now rolls stockings down to knees
and displays a hairy, double chin.

8:
But when it's nearly over
an old flat cap he dons.
You'd pass him in the street
skin leathery and bronze.

A twinkle in his eye
suggests a lifetime's fable,
as old, old friends sit drinking port
slapping dominoes on the table.

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The Eight Ages of the Portuguese Man

Contributed by karl_wiggins on Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 10:16:25 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



1:
Friends and family come to see
a baby screaming loudly.
On horse and cart they head for home,
parents smiling proudly.

2:
And now school's out for summer
attention he doth crave,
with a wetsuit and a surfboard
chasing that elusive wave.

Still very shy and awkward
his confusion he must beat,
with much more noise than needed
he tears his moped up the street.

3:
And then he buys a motorbike
impressing all the girls,

4:
but suddenly he gets called up
his country he must serve.

5:
After seven months he's out
and the GNR he joins,
with authority and gun in hand
he demands pleasure for his loins.

6:
A slap on the wrist, a career called short
he returns to the family grove,
and starts building up a business
of grapes green, red and mauve.

7:
Every year more tourists come
drinking of his wine,
and in this sunny region
the social ladder he doth climb.

His gorgeous wife
once young, fresh-faced and thin,
now rolls stockings down to knees
and displays a hairy, double chin.

8:
But when it's nearly over
an old flat cap he dons.
You'd pass him in the street
skin leathery and bronze.

A twinkle in his eye
suggests a lifetime's fable,
as old, old friends sit drinking port
slapping dominoes on the table.





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Re: The Eight Ages of the Portuguese Man (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 10:22:58 AM AEST
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Wow a really great poem! I really enjoyed reading it! Great write!!
Anne :D


Re: The Eight Ages of the Portuguese Man (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 11:43:48 AM AEST
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Sounds like quite a pleasant life to me.I don't play dominoes but I sure do like port. A lovely life portrayed in 40 great lines. Your diversity amazes me.

Rita


Re: The Eight Ages of the Portuguese Man (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Monday, 22nd March 2004 @ 12:02:36 AM AEST
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Good one.. Its funny.

Whisper




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