Mojo (bobbylevi) wrote,

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Random Poem

This is probably well known and not new, but it's on one of those bits of paper I'm clearing out... So where better to preserve it than here.

I'm fine for the shape I'm in

There is nothing the matter with me,
I'm as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both knees,
and when I talk it's with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
I have arch supports for my feet,
without I could not walk the street.
Sleep's denied me night after night,
but every morning I'm all right.
My memory's failing, myhead's in a spin,
I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is,as my tales unfold,
for you and me, growing old,
It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than let folk knowthe shape uou're in.
How do I know my youth is spent?
Well, my "get up and go" has "got up and went".
I really don't know when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my "get up" has bin.
Old age is golden I've heard said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
E'en sleep overtakes me I say to myself,
"Is there anything else I can lay on the shelf".
When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels right over my head.
Then when older my slippers were blue,
But I could dance the whole night through.
Now much older my slippers are black,
I walk to the store na dpuff my way back.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
To pick up the paper and read the "obits".
If my names not there I know I'm not dead,
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.

Presented as received by me, probably passed to me by my mother.
Tags: funny
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