I'm fine, I'm fine.
There's nothing whatever the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both of my knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
My teeth eventually will have to come out,
And I can't hear a word unless you shout.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street.
Sleep is denied me every night,
And every morning I'm really a sight.
My memory is bad and my head's a-spin,
And I practically live on aspirin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is, as this tale unfolds,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say, "I'm fine," with a grin
Than to let people know the shape we're in!
6 comments:
David - that is so funny. I better not complain and say I am just great. I know you aren't getting old so it must be for us elderly, ha! I love you,
Grandma Dot
haha... that was a funny one Davind:D
Just reading this makes me out of shape! LOL That's a good post David and I am still laughing.
That's funny:o) ~Ruth~
That's so funny! Now if you would only get the duo memorized and getting the -whistle- done!
I think it is time for you to post.
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