Source: Internet.


The Cat in the Hat on aging:

I cannot see, I cannot pee.
I cannot chew, I cannot screw.
Oh, my God, what can I do?
My memory shrinks, my hearing stinks.
No sense of smell, I look like hell.
My mood is bad--can you tell?
My body's drooping, have trouble pooping.
The golden years have come at last.
The golden years can kiss my ass!

Check this out:

I'm walking my dog in the fog.
I feel kind of odd, like a hog that's hungry for cod. I see God on a log disguised as a frog. He sticks out His tongue (it's pretty well hung; for a tongue that is), but before I can ask for the truth unmasked, my dog eats the frog. Bad dog!

So I'm walking my dog in the fog and my foot's getting stuck in the muck in a rut in the road. Soon I'm up to my pup. Will I drown in a rut? Then my mutt climbs out with a bark and I shout, "Good dog!"

And I'm walking my dog in the fog. I'm feeling kind of rubbery when we come upon a shrubbery which reminds me of someone, of things left undone. Soon I'm feeling like soap scum. I'd scream but I'm numb. I think missing some guts and I need a hair cut. We head back to my hut and I step back in the rut and I'm walking my dog in the fog, walking my dog in the fog.

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