Where do wrinkles come from, <br />That`s what I`d like to know, <br />Last time I looked I had not one <br />That was thirty years ago <br />I`ve just looked in the mirror <br />And what did I see, <br />A face as wrinkled as a prune <br />Staring back at me <br />Oh the affect that it had on me <br />Really was dramatic <br />So I went to find my portrait <br />That I`d hidden in the attic. <br />The artist that had painted it, <br />For an extra fifty bung <br />Said the painted face would grow old <br />But my own face would stay young., <br />So I`m going to get me whisky <br />Get meself right plastered <br />Then I`m going to find the artist <br />And kill the lying fellow<br /><br />archie langford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wrinkles-3/
