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.”
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 met a woman online
A fellow silver surfer
We had a date last
night
And I really fancied
her
But it’s been too many
years
And I couldn’t satisfy
her
I think I’m suffering
From penile dementia
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
People speed
For many reasons
Some are disorganised,
Some are late,
Some are impatient,
Some have no sense of
direction,
For some it’s an
emergency
That fuels their
urgency
But for me, as a
retiree
I have to drive fast
To get there before I
forget
Where it is I’m going
Young at heart
Well, that’s a start
You’re only as old as
you feel
Isn’t that the deal?
Well in my heart I
feel young
But when all said and
done
Being young at heart,
let’s face it
Still means you’re
older in other places
At last, I’m retired
It’s just what I
desired
So goodbye to the
tension
And hello to my
pension
I start in the morning
With a spring in my step
Like an excited puppy
Full of vigour and pep
But at the end of the
day
I walk with a heavier
step
And feel less like a
puppy
And more like “old
shep”
Elsie went to see her doctor
Because of persistent
back pain
The doctor was less
than sympathetic
Having to examine her
again
“I’m sorry Elsie but
as I told you before
Its old age, you’re
just getting on a bit”
Elsie demanded a second
opinion
He said “ok, you also
have saggy tits”
I phoned the incontinence help line today
To say “I’m Mrs.
Brown, can you help me pray”
In the hope of having
my condition assuaged
But try as I might it
was always engaged
I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can
you help me pray”
But I was extremely
disappointed to be told
By the disembodied voice that I should hold
If I must tell the truth about getting old,
Then I shall put all
my cards on the table
Even when I’m naked I
still want to
Slip into something more comfortable
Jimmy was in his seventies
And took himself a
young wife
His biggest concern
was fatherhood
At his time of life
“What birth control
would you suggest?
Which would be best
for me?”
He asked his doctor,
who replied
“I think in your case,
nudity”