Limerick: We Aged on Our Fretter

Here’s the last of the limericks on the elderly, for now, at least. No more have appeared on the slate, since that feverish moment last week. So it must have been a passing phase. Now, the limerick:

We aged sit quiet on our fretter,*
In summer we wear coat and sweater,
Our eyesight grows dimmer,
Our cooker’s on simmer,
Than dying we say it’s still better.

*A worn or eroded place.

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