Well, the cat and me have sat up for an hour or two and we've come up with this, more depressing that I had expected. But the cat is even older than I am (in cat years anyway) so blame it on him.
Competition No. 116: Dialogue
Speak up, my boy. Don’t think you can’t.
Though you may seem as good as gold,
I know (who better?) that you aren’t.
It’s just that you’re so old.
Too true, alas, but young at heart.
Don’t stagger back and look appalled.
I have much wisdom to impart.
It’s just that you’re so bald.
Good Heavens! You were balder once.
We really ought to have a chat.
Speak up! Don’t sit there like a dunce.
It’s just that you’re so fat.
Old, bald and fat, alas, you’re right.
I am the ruined shell of you,
So pert, so pretty and so bright.
You’re not. It isn’t true.
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