Noo I’m 64,
I’m a perfect square,
I’m a perfect cube
I am 2 to the power of 6,
I’m 64 bit,
An old git.
A Commodore,
I am Nintendo.

So I’ve done no bad,
But sometimes I’m sad,
‘Cause ah canny eat chocolate,
Ma body reacts,
Eyeballs filled wi’ goo,
Ma stomach churns,
Mair methane than a coo.

I still ride ma bike,
Can still get it up a hill,
But no need for a blue pill,
Just Telefast.

Ma nose… a snot depository,
Reigning for hours,
Hankies in abundance,
Cupboards foo,
And many shares in Kleenex too.

Health is important,
Maintain the diet,
Maintain the regime,
Feed the mind,
Protect your knees,
Protect your core,
Protect your integrity and even more,
Don’t suffer the fools,
Do not engage,
Control the rage.
Embrace your age,
Use your wisdom,
Learn every day,
Leave your comfort,

But I wonder…
Now that I’m 64 have I become a bore?
Or have I always been?
Do people find me a chore?
Is that how I’m seen?
A stupid old man with oot a clue,

But you know what?

Ah don’t give A Fuck!
I like me and that’s all that matters,
And if the illusion shatters,
I care not a jot...