You know you are getting old when.........

[Rob]

... people in charge of important things tell you not to bother doing something,cos it doesn't work,and still you do it.Cos you forgot!!! Can't retain information!!! Gotta go now because i'm watching ....??Chelsea!!!

[BC Wench]

"¦. a relation from Canada contacted me in 2007 whilst doing family history sends you this"¦

Christmas at Rock-Away Rest

Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

A bed-sock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop "“
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social-security checks had just arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
Before long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!

BE NICE TO YOUR KIDS
THEY"™LL CHOOSE YOUR NURSING HOME

[Annie]

Thank you for sharing that BCWench it's lovely and gave me a good laugh, better make my daughter's Chriatmas gift a bit special after reading that.

Annie

[Rob]

Yeah nice poem Barb!!
How's Ken these days?

[BC Wench]

Glad you liked it Annie.

So you didn't really like it then Rob 'cos of the rolling eyes?

I'm good thanks and yourself? Sent Ken to be auctioned off - he just can't keep up with me nowadays even though he is my toyboy.

[Rob]

No.I thought the poem was good.Really.But it didn't do anything for me personally.
Maybe because it was a bit American/Canadian. Not English.What do other people think? It's probably me.
Other than that i'm ok oh and thanks for asking.

[oscar]

every time you open your mouth your mothers voice comes out !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Rob]

What!!?? All the time?? Like every time you open your mouth your mothers voice comes out??
Wow!!!

[peterd]

:crazy: What!!?? All the time?? Like every time you open your mouth your mothers voice comes out??
Wow!!!

you been on them blue smarties again rob

[Jimmy]

:crazy: What!!?? All the time?? Like every time you open your mouth your mothers voice comes out??
Wow!!!

you been on them blue smarties again rob

Can I have some. please.