I am feeling my age
Now I’m of the silver
haired class
But on the bright side
I’m still on the right
side of the grass
I am feeling my age
Now I’m of the silver
haired class
But on the bright side
I’m still on the right
side of the grass
That medical catastrophe
The flu pandemic
Is not as bad as
expected
It’s not even an
epidemic
A large number of
reported cases
On closer examination
Were found to have
been
Preceded by
infatuation
This is a totally
different strain
Of contagious flu
Which the W.H.O.
Has been renamed swoon
flu
When I was young
I was broad minded
And narrow hipped
Now I’m middle aged
My proportions
Appear to have flipped
I have three teenage sons
With appetites like
men
And it costs a fortune
Feeding all of them
But due to the economy
Times are hard you see
So as they eat like
men
At dinner time I told
them
“Due to the current
recession
Which may lead to a
depression
Tough times are ahead
you know
So we will have to let
you all go"
Jack asked Jill
Are you on the pill?
As I have no form of
protection
Jill looked grim
Then said to him
Where he could stick
his erection
Congratulations and felicitations
But don’t drink too
much at the celebration
Too much may cause you
to tell your friends
Again and again that
you love them
Put downs work the best
For deflecting
unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the
tension
If he says to you
“You’re more than a
woman to me”
Just reply to him
“More than you know,
my name’s Henry”