Hello Son! Who Are You?

My mind is not my own,
I have washed mummy.
I sit here on my own,
I like Charlie, to tickle his tummy.
A sitting room of the damned,
You do that again and I'll smack your hand.
Nobody remembers how I kept my little house so grand.
I need to go to the shelter, bloody hitler and his bombs!
My hair once my pride and joy has now long since gone.
We'll get the horse and harvest that beet will soon go bad.
I sit and wait, lost in my mind, memories I thought i had.
Aah! My lover boy where have you been my bed is cold?
I am old and you will be soon
please don't treat me so cold.