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Have you ever had that feeling?
The age you're at seems unappealing.
Restrictions governed by your wrinkles,
No fairy cakes, no chocolate sprinkles.
Many adults often hunger
To have a body somewhat younger;
Myself, I have a different yearning
Induced, perhaps, by too much learning.
Trapped inside this teenage form,
My age and tastes don't quite conform
To the traditions of my age;
My mental years are hard to gauge.
Myself, I think it's pretty nifty
To have a mental age of fifty;
To trade my hoody for a cardi,
To drink spiced rum (but not Bacardi).
To often listen to Vivaldi
And never, ever, shop at Aldi.
No PVC or sequined clothes,
But tweed, and cotton pantyhose.
No sweetened fizzy drinks for me,
I'll take a pot of Earl Gray tea,
Or perhaps a splash of weak Darjeeling
Depending on the way I'm feeling.
Now you may scoff and you may laugh
At my engraved port carafe;
My fascination with Tom Lehrer,
And Stephen Fry, who's even dearer,
You may yet be proud and scornful:
I'd still rather be 'me' than 'normal.'