I'M FINE
There's nothing the
matter with me
I'm just
as healthy as can be.
I have
arthritis in both knees
And when
I speak, I speak with a wheeze.
My pulse is slow and my blood is thin
But I'm
really well for the shape I'm in.
Old age
is great, so I've heard it said,
But at
times I wonder as I fall into bed.
My ears are in a drawer and my teeth in a cup
My eyes
are on the table until I get up.
I get up each morning, dust off my wits,
Pick up
the paper and read the "obits."
If mine is missing, I know I'm not dead,
So I eat
a good breakfast and crawl back into bed.
Author Unknown