I love it Vicki! Kinda reminds me of a poem I wrote, in which I will change one word to keep it clean:

Reluctant Boomer

My knees won’t bend. My elbow squeaks.
I now have jowls where once were cheeks.
My hair is grey. My bosom sags,
and underneath my eyes are bags.
My memory is null and void.
My libido would appeal to Freud.
My teeth sit by the bed at night
Oh dear, I am an awful sight!
My body poots and burps and hisses
and if I sneeze or cough it *isses. [Smile]
I am not ready for this final stage,
so please can we just skip old age?

© 2004 S. M. J.

Thanks for the laughs!