Welcome one and all to my beach hut

Grab a deck chair, Tea or coffee and help yourself to a buiscuit but you'd better mind the seaguls or they'll grab them first. Just look at that view and doesn't the sea look inviting.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

I'm Very Well Thank You

I saw this poem just a few days ago, and it brought a smile to my face. I hope you all like it.

There is nothing the matter with me
I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both 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.

Arch supports I have for my feet

or I wouldn't be able to be on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night
but every morning I find I'm alright.
My memory is failing, my head's in a spin
but I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is this, as my tail I unfold

that for you and for me, who are growing old
It's better to say I'm fine, with a grin,
then to let folks know the shape we are in.
How did I know that my youth was all spent?
well  my get up and go, just got up and went.
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin

of all the great places my got up and go as been.
Old age is golden; I've heard it 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 get up.
'Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?

When I was young, my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels right over my head;
When I was older my slippers were blue,
but still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old my slippers are black,
I walk to the stove and puff my way back.
I get up each morning and dust of my wits,
and pick up the paper and read the Obits,
If my name is still missing I know Im not dead,
so I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.

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