Old man trouble is a minor character in Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, but memorable none the less. He is a strange anthropomorphic personification who comes round to your door if you ain't got music and you ain't got no rhythm, its best if you don't mind him. So I decided to write this little poem about him. Enjoy.
The Old Man Trouble is com'n your way,
and in your brain a seed of rhythm he'll lay,
He comes around, when he sees you moping
when for a sound of song your mind is groping
He will light all up your dull grey life,
Cut through your soul just like a knife,
Don't fret dear children, of having no fun,
cause you'll dance your feet 'fore the day is done,
Oh that old man trouble he knows how to move!
To your door he'll come knocking if you ain't got no groove!
If you can't dance, or sing or even listen you hear
then tremble and quake and sorrow your fear,
for this is a warning, you folks dressed in grey,
That The Old Man Trouble is com'n your way!
good work!
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