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

Actual Answer from a Medical Student
While making his rounds, a doctor points out an x-ray to a group of medical students.

�As you can see,� he says, �the patient limps because his left fibula and tibia are radically arched.�

The doctor turns to one of the students and asks, �What would you do in a case like this?�

�Well,� ponders the student, �I suppose I�d limp, too.�