the Peanut times by: Gareth

Greetings~♥


welcome old folks, senioritas, and children to the 7th issue of the Peanut times!! where things go nutty!! As we all know, school is Finally back( not saying that i am happy about it.) and again, homework is my first priority so sit back, relax and enjoy the madness...

well... for the questions, (a) i prefer to eat at home to enjoy my mother's delicious cooking (DUH!!) well, i like to eat at home sweet home because of the economy falling down... i mean economy downfall that makes food nowadays more expensive ( why oh why... no mcdonalds!! )

as for (b), i rarely keep my room clean ( darn, i am embarrassed) but i will put back the things i took out at the same place and thats quite all...

now, we have (c) i assist my family with housework... like: i mop the oily floor of the greasy kitchen usually and i help change the water of my smelly fish ( i hope that is a chore) and i help sweep the dusty floor that always seems to tickle me oh so much...

then there's question 2 (a) i will rush to the person or thing's aid and help them regardless of age, personality, disease stricken or not and more.

finally, its (b) i will help to stand up for the person or if the bully is too tough for me to handle, i will call for help...


~THE POEM SECTION~

just a little thing i added to perk up your minds!!


Getting Old



I don't remember getting old,
it shouldn't happen yet.
I need to do some other things
that aren't decided yet.
Who said my joints should ache like this?
my eyesight's getting bad,
and when I hit the bedroom,
well, things are looking sad.

I'm fifty three, how can that be?
I'm really not that old.
my body doesn't understand
it won't do what it's told.
I tell it to run round the track
for seven laps or more.
I get to three, it answers me,
you're only getting four.

When I was in my prime you know.
I'd drink ten pints or more,
then rise the very next morning
and off to work I'd roar.
But now I have a glass of wine
and things start looking hazy
my body likes it best in bed
I never was that lazy.

At seventeen the big three O,
was what I used to fear
at twenty four I thought the door
to forty wasn't near.
At forty two the big five O
was looming at the double,
the big six O is next you know,
oh boy! Am I in trouble!

When god invites me for a chat
to find out where I'm going
I'll tell him, well, I don't want hell
there's no one there I'm knowing,
I'll go to heaven if that's OK.
and wait there with my hymn book,
till the missus gets herself up here
to teach the angels to cook

Remember to look out for the majestic and grand 8th issue of ''The Peanut Times'' This is reporter Gareth signing off~