Twaddle

Twaddle.

Are pyjamas the sign of ageing
I thought to myself as I slipped
Cosily into my blue silk nightwear
For sixty years I’d done without
Through arctic winters, summers
Drought I’d sweat I’d freeze the
Naked truth not nice to see
But then again there’s only me
In my silky blue pyjamas.
Jpoet7

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