Life is like a chicken...
When young, we clucked around,
Just posing, preening, showing off,
We laughed, we played, we clowned.
As middle age descended,
We slowed, we squawked a bit,
So, no more getting broody,
The carcass not so fit.
Now, old age is with us,
Grim Reaper's finger crooked,
The chicken's now a tough old bird,
And well & truly plucked!
Know any oldies that might get a laugh from this one?