Glue

 I thought I'd share a poem I found while having a clear out of memories. Written for my late grandmother's old people club, a favourite haunt for her and friends. And a club that I helped out with, making tea, washing up and the odd cuddle.

I think I may have written it in my early 20s, may have tweaked it a bit.

Humpty Dumpty was getting quite old

Join our club! He was told

He heard of fun and joined up gladly

I'm not so fit he said quite sadly

I fall off my wall as I'm not not agile

I find my poor old bodies fragile

So Hilda, ivy and Pauline too

Suggested covering his bum in glue.