The Gap Year

I'm going on my Gap Year.
I've earned time that's just for me.
I've waited long enough for it.
I'm nearly eighty-three!

I told my six grand-children
I was going on a spree.
They all said 'Good for Granny!'
One asked to accompany me.

But I don't want any baggage.
That would clip my new-spread wings.
I'm off to see the big wide world
And taste whatever fun it brings.

Did you hear about my Granny?
She went 'gapping' on her own.
We didn't hear a squeak for months.
She took no mobile phone.

But now she's sent a message
For circulation to us all:
'I'm staying here in Rio with
My toy-boy. Life's a ball!'