My old pal Andrew
was sitting in a pub today
surrounded by other nearly-deads
and wondering what to say
So he asked a few old fellas
what makes them get out of bed
"My bladder, my guts, my dear old Mum"
is what three of them said
"What about interests, what about fun?"
asked Andrew, trying to avoid the glum
"Fun?" One pondered, while trying to remember
then adding, "the last time I had fun was in late December
Oh deary deary me