Sex at sixty is all very well
But it’s a bit do or die
Slowing down is better
And pulling into a lay-by
Sex at sixty is all very well
But it’s a bit do or die
Slowing down is better
And pulling into a lay-by
I once knew a girl called Jo
Jo with the deep voice
Oh how she made me rejoice
She was so very choice
With no Adams apple
I’m pleased to say
So many of my friends said
They were looking forward
To attending the sarcasm club
No one turned up, awkward
I took my wife to an Apple Orchard
And the fruit hung ripe to adore
But she didn’t like it, as it was not
The Apple Watch she was hoping for
The Senior Citizens group
Were one of the very top
Break dancing troupes
And they were called Hip Op
Grandpa always said that he wanted,
And he had the plans formalised,
That he would be laid to rest with Nan
So on his death we had her euthanized
Funerals do not have to be a time of sadness
And while they should not be a time of
gladness
They can still be a time of celebration
though
Especially if the deceased was a miserable
so and so