Third of may next year I'm ninety if you please
Health is pretty good I've lost that wheeze.
Blood pressure's pretty steady
And in all I'm really ready
But I've got a pair of ruddy wrinkled knees.
(as Lionel would say damn and blast)
Why didn't you show us a picture of those knees? I wouldn't have laughed (much) .
Guess I cotta be content with the mileage Have youseen my comic strip Early Days With Oogie?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who needs smooth knees when your mind is as sharp as a tack?