the Senile
victim of nappy changes
hot rockin chair
Deliverin the meals on wheels
you have to be old to be wise
living after 70
heading out to the graveyard
you say "I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones..."
Electric wheel chair
Grandchildren of the Sun
One foot in the grave
Eulogy
Death