Oh, the golden days of yore!
Those olden days before
My joints got all creaky,
My eyebrows went freaky,
My hair got all streaky--
Behold, the grays galore!
If truth is to be told,
My youth has turned to mold;
My doctor can't fix me,
The future afflicts me,
Today I turn SIXTY--
Now that sounds really old!
Charlie Henrickson
The wag tailoring the doggerel
And since I am so inspired: ANOTHER!
Golden H
Golden H (chuck chuck chuck)
Golden H (chuck chuck chuck)
Don’t let me hear you say parodies are going nowhere(angel!)
You’re so much better than
The songs you build (angel!)
Lyrics are calling and the thoughts are young
Charles is gonna get the job DONE
(run for the FUnnies, Run for the FUnnies, Run for the Funnies in them golden years whop whop whop)
Charles hit 60
6 decades
Can the Old Man Hack it
In his Golden YEARS? (Gold – Gold – Gold)
God willing he’ll be with us for a thousand years!
He’ll be banging then out now in his YEARS!
(Run for the FUnnies, Run for the FUnnies, Run for the Funnies in them golden years whop whop whop)
**whistle out...*
always enjoy your posts and when you do the DU FU lol. bless you on your b-day!