View Full Version : Humourous poem....

06-22-2007, 02:35 PM
I'm very well, thank you....

There is nothing the matter with me,
I'm as healthy as I can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when i talk, I talk with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin,
But - I'm awfully well for the ssahpe I am in.

Arch supports I have fro my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to be out in the street,
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm alright,
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin,
But - I'm awfully well for the shape I am in.

The moral is this, as my tale i unfold,
That for you and me who are getting old,
It's better to say 'I'm fine with a grin',
than to let folks know the shape we are in.

How do I know that my youth is all spent,
Well my get up and go has got up and went,
But- I really don't mind when i think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my got up has bin.

Old age is golden, I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears inj a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My specs on the table for when I get up,
Ere sleep overtakes me I say to myself,
Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?

When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels right over my head,
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But I could still dance the whole night through,
Now I am old my slippers are black,
I walk to the shops and puff my way back.

So I get up each morning and dust of my wits,
and pick up the paper to read the 'obits,
If my name is still missing I know I'm not dead,
And so have breakfast and ---- go back to bed....


06-22-2007, 05:19 PM
very funny...thanks :)

06-22-2007, 08:28 PM
lol, sweet.