I stretched this morning when I woke
It almost made me have a stroke
The pressure on my heart was great
I'm not that super-fit of late
It takes me all my time to move
To raise myself, get in the groove
To go downstairs and have some bran
And take a trip to the toilet pan
And when I'm done, and feel all flushed
I'll take my time and not be rushed
But by the time I'm ready for the daily grind
I've usually left myself behind
And I just can't wait to be back in bed
All buggered up, undressed and fed
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