An ode to old age
There's quite an art to falling apart as the years go by,
And life doesn't begin at 40. That's a big fat lie.
My hair's getting thinner, my body is not;
The few teeth I have are beginning to rot.

I smell of Vick's-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel # 5;
My new pacemaker's all that keeps me alive.
When asked of my past, every detail I'll know,
But what was I doing 10 minutes ago?

Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
I'm off to read the obituary, like I do every day;
If my names not there, I'll once again start -
Perfecting the art of falling apart

Benefits of the Revival
After the revival had concluded, the three pastors were
discussing the results with one another.

The Methodist minister said, "The revival worked out great
for us! We gained 4 new families."

The Baptist preacher said, "We did better than that! We
gained 6 new families."

The Presbyterian pastor said, "Well, we did even better than
that! We got rid of our 10 biggest trouble makers!"