OLD FRUIT

You are getting on, old fruit Too obese to wear your new suit Your face resembles a wrinkled prune Old age is showing on you too soon, What has happened to your lustrous hair Your scalp is shiny and noticeably bare Your jowls are hanging lower than your chin My word, I cannot believe what a state you're in Shoulders that were broad and strong They are now all hunched and look all wrong. Your knees are knobbly and a little bent, The left leg forgot where the right one went. I can not understand you when you talk, Your brain, not your legs, has gone for a walk Your eyes look blank, staring into space You have lost touch with the human race. We lost touch over the years, After sharing much laughter and some tears I have just seen you interviewed on TV Old fruit, it was a shock to me, To see you sitting in a chair, With all the hoi polloi and fanfare there Smiling happily from ear to ear Holding up a glass of cheer With the TV presenters and your guests Wishing you the very best And the audience stood up to say Many happy returns of your 110th BIRTHDAY!