Did you know, George, that Richmal Crompton, who was NOT a fan of Christopher Robin, liked this poem because it is in a classical metre. Don't ask me which one.
Now here's my first shot.
Now We Are Eighty-Six
When I was a child
I was wicked and wild.
When I was a teen
I was scrawny and mean.
When I was twenty
My sins were plenty.
When I was thirty
My doings were dirty.
When I was forty
I was really naughty.
When I was fifty
I was selfish and shifty.
When I was pensionable
My sins were unmentionable.
But now that I’m filthy and old as the hills
I subsist on scotch whisky and potions and pills
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