When my Gran got out of bed
And suddenly felt
chest pain
She knew that she had
only
Stood on her nipples
again
When my Gran got out of bed
And suddenly felt
chest pain
She knew that she had
only
Stood on her nipples
again
Eighty-year-old Ada
Said to husband Hugh
Cuddle up to me
Like you used to do
So, he did, and she
said
“That’s lovely dear”
Then she said to him
“Now nibble my ear”
And he got out of bed
"Where are you
goin’?"
She asked her husband
"To put me teeth
back in!"
There’s life in this old dog yet
I don’t even think
about my age
Once a week me and my friends
Go out and paint the
town beige
“How old was your husband?”
Asked the undertaker
“He was “96,” she replied
“I’m two years older”
“Wow! So you’re 98
That’s amazing Mrs Boone”
Then he continued
“I will see you again
quite soon”
News flash:
Wrinkles don't hurt.
That’s the buzz
It’s knowing that
You have them
That does
One day you look in the mirror
And beneath the
lathers
You realize that the
face
You are shaving is
your fathers
Oh God I feel so old
Just send for the
undertaker
I’ve started making
the same noises
As my coffee maker
In the autumn of my years
In the twilight of the
setting suns
Will I become that
which I despise?
A burden to my loved
ones
The alphabet of doom
(I’m)
Arthritic,
Bronchial,
Calloused,
(And)
Decaying,
Exitial,
Flatulent,
Gaseous,
(And)
Haemorrhoidal,
Incontinent,
Jaundiced,
Knackered,
Liver spotted,
(And)
Myopic,
Neuralgic,
Overdue,
Preoperative,
(And)
Queasy,
Rheumatic,
Shaky,
Tremulous,
Unviable,
(And)
Viral,
(A)
Worrywart,
Xanthochroic,
Yellow
(And)
Zeroed
(And that’s on a good day)
(I’m)
Arthritic,
Bronchial,
Calloused,
(And)
Decaying,
Exitial,
Flatulent,
Gaseous,
(And)
Haemorrhoidal,
Incontinent,
Jaundiced,
Knackered,
Liver spotted,
(And)
Myopic,
Neuralgic,
Overdue,
Preoperative,
(And)
Queasy,
Rheumatic,
Shaky,
Tremulous,
Unviable,
(And)
Viral,
(A)
Worrywart,
Xanthochroic,
Yellow
(And)
I’ve avoided most diseases
Nature has deployed
But I’m suffering the
effects
Of a life well enjoyed
Now I keep twenty
doctors
Gainfully employed
A young lady I met in the street
Asked of me “Sir, do
you tweet”?
I answered, “No, of
course not
But I have to say I do
trump a lot.”
At my age I can safely say
I do not need more
gizmo’s
Labour saving thingamajigs
And gadgetry
so-and-sos
The garage
door opener
And the TV remote
With those two things
I can just about cope
And I sometimes find
Though they are useful
I get them mixed up
To be quite truthful
I have come to the conclusion
That old age just
isn’t fair
You know sometimes I
find myself
Standing halfway up
the stairs
Wondering if I was
going up
Or coming back down
from there
You should not as a general rule
Engage in converse in
anyway
With one or more
retirees
On almost any given
day
Because they have
nothing
But time to fill their
day
Which they use in
short
To think of silly
things to say
Why is it that as I get older
My brain cells are
dying
But my fat cells
Just keep on
multiplying
There are benefits to getting old
Though you may feel
you are cursed
But just remember in a
hostage situation
You are likely to be
released first
I always liked happy hour
Well, when I was a
younger chap
Now at my age I’m
afraid
Happy hour is taking a
little nap
I’ve been diagnosed with CRS
Yes, I think that’s it
I forget what it means
Oh yes “Can’t remember shit”
Do you know why it is?
That old people like
to keep a pet
Is it for the
exercise?
Or a bit of company,
better yet
Well, the truth of it
is
And this will leave
you all agog
It’s so when they bend
down and break wind
They can blame it on
the dog