I love to go awandering around a Nursing Home

and as I go I love to sing to drown out people’s groans.

I hate to take my sleeping pills, 3 hours before the time.

Is giving patients sedatives a sin or just a crime?

I love to see Dementia,

She likes to scream and yell. She. longs to go as in the air, she’s neither ill nor well.

‘It is boring in a nursing home. there’s nothing much to do.

I think we’ll roll down in the snow, to catch a cold or. flu.

I love to go a wandering, around a little town

Now it’s just these corridors, it surely gets one down.

I love to see the old folk cry. I didn’t know they could.

I thought when we were 82 our brains would turn to wood.

I dreamed of Leonard Cohen, he was looking rather blue.

He thinks he’s going to heaven but if it’s hell there’s naught to do

He wrote a lot of melodies when in the tower of song.

I wonder when the Lord comes back, will Leonard’s be proved wrong?

We humans love to wander from our first Eden home

We got as far as Finland, South Africa and Rome.

But yeah we’re always fighting we have a cruel streak

We like to argue scream and yell, and then the weapons shriek.

I left a pan of curry on the stove
Hot as ash combined with burning coal
Yet when I went back in a cat stood there
Eating this strong curry with no care.

It must have had thick skin inside its mouth
Before I looked ,it ran out of the house
To think it gobbled up our supper so
Leaving me with nothing but a glow

So then I made a chilli beef and beans
My heart ached as I listened to puss scream
Can cats learn that pans are out of bounds?
I’d hate to hear again its anguished sounds

Be sure to close the kitchen door or else
You too will suffer torment from cats’ yells