Don’t fret about getting old
Be philosophical instead
Age is really just a number
Old is only
in your head
Don’t fret about getting old
Be philosophical instead
Age is really just a number
Old is only
in your head
I got a dual purpose birthday card
The intention
was well meant
For a person
of your advancing years
With its
very high fibre content
Ky-me Nay-mo
Kilt-a ky-mo
Ky-me nay-mo
Ky-me
Man dig
that scat cat daddio
Are you wearing a Johnny?
That’s
naughty of you to presume
Unless you
really are premature
God! Do you
really come that soon?
Tillottama, Apsara
Of the
clouds and waters
In Hindu and
Buddhist mythology
A celestial
nymph
And
celestial maiden
A beautiful
supernatural being
Youthful
and elegant,
Who dances
to the music
Of the
Gandharvas,
In the
palaces of the Gods,
Entertainer
and seducer
Of Gods and
men
An ethereal
being
Inhabiting
the skies
I love you by any measure
You might
wish to use
But I don’t
know how to express
The way I
feel about you
And the
affect you have on me
So, I hope
this gives you a clue
If I blew a
single kiss
Into a
typhoon
Only when
they found it
Would I
stop loving you
I may have gold teeth
Showing
when I grin
I may have
silver hair
Which is
going thin
I will even
confess
That I have
bronze skin
But I can
say that my pencil