There's nothing the matter with me, I'm as healthy as can be. When I talk, I talk with a wheeze, I've got arthritis in both my knees. My pulse is weak, my blood is thin, But, I am awfully well for the shape I'm in!
I am taking Antabuse, and Temposil, And if they won't stop you drinking, nothing will. Sleep is denied me night after night, But, every morning I find I'm alright. My memory's fading, my head's in a spin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
How do I know my youth's all spent? Well, my get up and go has got up and went. But I really don't mind, when I think with a grin, Of all the grand places my get up has been.
The moral is this, as this tale unfolds, That, for you and me, who are growing old, It's better to say, I'm fine, with a grin, Than to let folks know the shape we're in.
AN ANONYMOUS ALCOHOLIC
DON says: A humorous little ditty that gets right to the point of life. We must make the best use of it and above all fight our mortality with humour!
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