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. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts And eat three pounds of cheesecake at one go Or only popcorn and pickles for a week And hoard pens and pencils and things in boxes. But meanwhile we must stay respectable, we must not shame the childern; they mind more Even then we do, being noticeable. We will have to stay dry with sensible clothes and Spend according to good value And do what is best. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So that people who know me are not too shocked When suddenly I am old And start to wear... PURPLE |