I grew a beard, thinking it would say
"Distinguished
Gentleman" to all
Instead, what it’s
actually saying
Is Senior Discount
seeker at the Mall
I grew a beard, thinking it would say
"Distinguished
Gentleman" to all
Instead, what it’s
actually saying
Is Senior Discount
seeker at the Mall
As I’ve gotten older I have found that
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Which is something of a challenge, plus
It's scary when you start making,
During any kind of
undertaking
The same noises and
exclamations
With a 2kg potato bag in each hand,
Extend your arms straight
out from your sides
And hold them there as
long as you can.
Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.
Each day you'll find that you can hold
This position for just
a bit longer on this plan.
After a couple of weeks, move up to 5kg potato bags.
Then try 25kg potato bags and eventually 50kg bags
When you are ready put
a potato in each of the bags.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
And I had to gyrate, jump, twist and bend
And I sweated for an
hour, but, by the time I got
My leotard on, the
class was already at an end
You know you have reached
The end of your childhood
When knock down ginger is bad
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"
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
My husband has lost the plot
It’s the
worst he’s been so far
He tried to
change the TV
Channel with
a chocolate bar
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”
A pensioner’s bedtime
In retirement is quite
informal
Two hours after dozing
off
In front of the TV is normal
How many pensioners does it take?
To change a light bulb
that’s blown
Only one, but it might
take all day
To get around to it on
their own
There’s a downside to retirement
And I think there is
only the one
Which is that despite
all the extra time
Everything still
doesn’t get done