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.