Eye Of The Beholder With Or Without Growing Older!

The cat is here to give a peer. I don't know what I'll peer about. Actually I do or this post wouldn't have came out. Or maybe I don't and let my claws do the typing. Hey, at least I know this isn't Skyping.

Ticking of time.
Such a crime.
Ticking tick a ticking.
Age you ain't licking.

Unless your tongue sags.
Could go with eye bags.
Eye of the beholder.
Maybe tongue down to the shoulder.

I guess that would grow.
What do I know?
A little and a lot.
I answered the question I sought.

Hypothetical or not.
Maybe a rhetorical plot.
But what the heck.
I hit the deck.

It hurt the hand.
That isn't grand.
Age and brittle bones.
Moans and maybe groans.

Hopefully they're fun.
May kill someone.
But hey, got a thrill.
Go in for the kill.

After all, you're growing.
Keep on with the showing.
You are growing older.
Hmm did the air get colder?

Nope, you just shrunk.
Closer to the ground, punk.
Was that an ancient word?
Maybe I should flip a bird.

Damn, finger won't bend.
Age is supposed to extend.
That is sure a lie.
By time does fly.

Umm it flies while you grow.
Yet it doesn't move and you shrink, so....
Liar liar pants on fire?
Made two for one expire.

Ever notice how they say that a lot? Grow older with many a plot. But you kinda, maybe, sorta shrink. Shorter and saggier could bring all to the brink. Plus, you forget more too. Hmm did grow get a meaning not known to our zoo? The cat just had to chime in with this pass. Now the post count shall grow with my ever not so growing any longer little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.