Am I getting old?


Me beard is turning grey,

me hair is falling out,

me face is all a wrinkle

and I think that I’ve got gout.


Me sight is somewhat blurred,

me balance wayward too,

me six packs up and left me,

and me bum is turning blue.


Me heart is slowing down,

me bloodshot eye has popped,

me hosepipe has contracted

and me billiard balls have dropped.


Me skin is forming bingo wings

me youthful charms are gone,

me wife, however, still maintains…

that I’m the gorgeous one!


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