Since I retired, I have resisted the temptation
To tidy the cellar,
the garage, or the attic
Because the moment I
accomplished the task
My grown-up kids would
fill them with their shit
Since I retired, I have resisted the temptation
To tidy the cellar,
the garage, or the attic
Because the moment I
accomplished the task
My grown-up kids would
fill them with their shit
What do pensioners?
Consider long lunches to be?
Perfectly normal I think
You know when you are clapped out
And not vital any more
When the doc tells you
To slow down instead
of the law
An old man was at the doctors
“I have a question you
may think silly
Well after my wife and
I have sex,
I'm usually cold and
chilly
But then, after the
second time
I'm usually hot and
sweaty"
The doc replied “Well
that is strange
Let’s discuss it with
Betty”
The doctor repeated
the tale
And she replied with
disgust
"The first time
is in January
And the second is in
August"
An unsuspecting pensioner
Was approached by a professional begger
"Lady, I haven't eaten in three days."
"Force yourself dear," she says
In the nineties we all loved to dance along to
Billy Ray
Cyrus and his “Achy Breaky Heart”
Now I’m
approaching my seventies I've got
Achy,
breaky everything and I’m falling apart
I may have gold teeth
Showing
when I grin
I may have
silver hair
Which is
going thin
I will even
confess
That I have
bronze skin
But I can
say that my pencil
They all seem to describe you
As classic,
genuine, and unique
But what
they actually mean is
You’re an
original vintage antique
At my advanced age
I've seen
it all
I've heard
it all
And I’ve
done it all
The only problem
is
I can
remember bugger all
When I get up in the morning gloom
I head
straight for the bathroom
Although as
I emerge from my coma
Straight is
perhaps a misnomer
As I begin
in a dwarf like state
Like a
prehistoric primate
Becoming
upright when I can
So, I look
like the evolution of man
He was a serious swimmer
And was in
the pool constantly
But his
progress was halted
In his lane,
by an elderly lady
“How long must
I wait?” he asked
She replied
“until I finish my pee”
Are you wearing a ponytail?
Don’t you think that
look is stale?
Even at its most dizzy
height
That look never looked
quite right
So, what were you
thinking?
When you decided to
have it done
It’s not appropriate
for you
Now you’ve just turned
eighty-one
The fading light of the evening
Mirrors the slow
diminishing
Of my own dwindling light
As we both head
towards the night
It’s my birthday today and I’m seventy three
And I’m fit as a
fiddle, nothing wrong with me
Although my memory's
not like it used to be
And also my memory's
not like it used to be
I’m happier now I’ve gotten older,
I’ve learned to ignore
the negative
And care less what people
think
So now it’s easier to
be positive
I don’t complain about
My silver hair and
wrinkled face
I’ve lived a long life
And laughed more than
my share
I’m content as so many
Of my generation never
laughed,
And so many died
before
Their hair has time to
turn grey
I am definitely not getting past it
I’m sorry I have to
contradict
But my back trouble is
a result
Of being Athletic, not
arthritic
As I stood on my drive
I saw cracking little
lass
Bend over on the
footpath
Showing me her ass
My high blood pressure
Went up even more
Then my pacemaker
Opened the garage door
You know I still feel
"Young at
heart"
But considerably older
In every other part
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived
long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of
her youth
Was etched into her
face