I went to a quiz in a nursing home,
And it quickly became clear to me,
Song questions  followed a syndrome,
To know any, you had to be 73.
The questions on books were a fiddle,
Because all of them were pre-43,
And so they became a bit of a riddle,
Unless you’re an author, like me,
Then there were pictures of statues,
And you had to say which town they were in,
All I can say is thank god for a Carer or two,
One from Russia, and one from Berlin!
We identified lines from a nursery rhyme,
And musical intros to Disney movies,
We found our minds wandering back in time,
I confess that I found this quite groovy.
Far more fun to kick start a recalcitrant brain,
And consider Biggles, a wonderful story,
Than something more current, but more arcane,
Like whether Nick Clegg is a Tory…
I really enjoyed my Quiz Night tonight,
You certainly couldn’t have called it boring,
When the main reasons for not getting a question right
Were your “youth” or that someone was snoring!