The first sign is forgetting names
And that really makes you frown
Then you forget to pull your flies up
Finally, you forget to pull it down
The first sign is forgetting names
And that really makes you frown
Then you forget to pull your flies up
Finally, you forget to pull it down
You know you’re getting old
When answering your phone cheerily
There is silence on the other end
And you realize it was on the TV
At my advanced age I’m sometimes
Overwhelmed by the urge to get home
Get into my elastic waisted trousers
And enjoy the comfort of the room
I once knew a girl called Jo
I called her Jo the Trumpet
A bit of a musical strumpet
She was certainly crumpet
I don’t like tardiness and in particular I don’t like being late for work, but sometimes it just can’t be helped, but there was one particular morning this last winter when events overtook me and I was late for work.
It was so damn cold
that morning, as it was 7 below the night before, I know that in some country’s
7 below is considered mild, but in Surrey it was bloody cold.
It took me an age to
defrost the car and then I had to give the wife a jump start, the poor old thing
just would not start and I had a real problem turning her over, still she’s
getting on now, but I eventually got her going and once you get her firing on
all cylinders she goes like the clappers.
So that it why I was
late for work, but it’s a good job my wife’s car started first time otherwise
she’d have been late for work too.
A man in love is incomplete
Until he is married
According to Zsa Zsa Gabor
And then he’s finished
The traffic cop stopped a truck
And told the driver that his wife
Had fallen out of the back, and
As a result the woman lost her life
The driver though was not bereft
But relieved he hadn’t gone deaf