Who says we have to stop popping the corn? Our happy neurons are busily engaging us to continue all the gymnastics of life. I learned to pop corn early and it was great with melted butter.
Oh excuse me the slippery neurons skipped past the symnaptic
cleft. This is the proof of a need for geriatric enrollment. Line up first come and
last served. I recall the time I flew through the air without the aid of an
airplane. You see I joined a gym. I was unfamiliar with the monstrous equipment
which surrounded me. I still believe it was because I lied about my weight that
I was forced to take my aerial trip. The intelligent treadmill moved to shake my
neurons . Faster and faster it moved. Further and further it propelled me from the point of origin. My theatrical display caused the other spectators to marvel at my agility. " Push stop" they screamed as my contorted body assumed a
yoga pose. Then zip,zap the flight was over. Crash landing! The owner of the
establishment hovered over my fragile frame and asked me if I was alright? Sure, I am
Can you show me how to use another treadmill? This one doesn't like me. It was then he finally introduced me to that important black string that controls even an intelligent treadmill. It was a good thing for the owner that I possessed happy neurons!
cleft. This is the proof of a need for geriatric enrollment. Line up first come and
last served. I recall the time I flew through the air without the aid of an
airplane. You see I joined a gym. I was unfamiliar with the monstrous equipment
which surrounded me. I still believe it was because I lied about my weight that
I was forced to take my aerial trip. The intelligent treadmill moved to shake my
neurons . Faster and faster it moved. Further and further it propelled me from the point of origin. My theatrical display caused the other spectators to marvel at my agility. " Push stop" they screamed as my contorted body assumed a
yoga pose. Then zip,zap the flight was over. Crash landing! The owner of the
establishment hovered over my fragile frame and asked me if I was alright? Sure, I am
Can you show me how to use another treadmill? This one doesn't like me. It was then he finally introduced me to that important black string that controls even an intelligent treadmill. It was a good thing for the owner that I possessed happy neurons!
Knot Tangled in Life
Hook line and sink me. I take one big dive after another. I am projectiled into the deep blue sea. Here they come . I'll hide here. That stingray bit my tail. Ouch! It did not hurt half as badly as the time that she manipulated me in her hands and squished my head between her thumb. Then without any expertise at all she tied me in a knot and pushed me onto a designated point. She hooked me. My head was positioned between my tail and I dizzily accepted my plight. Seconds later, she plunged me into a watery grave with frightening, unfamiliar sea creatures swimming all around me. Wiggly, squishy, sloppy, juicy morsels appealed to their fishy taste buds.
Now that I am off the hook, my senior stereo-typed life reminds me of that worm. Others view me as too old to put one foot in front of the other; nevermind, swim the deep blue sea. Like the worm, society sometimes ties me in a knot. Social Security, Life Insurance. Medicare, Want-a-care , When-will-they -care are all issues in my life. AARP Conventions and Senior Citizen trips are the designated points experts push on me, but this little worm squirms anxiously toward new ground and burrows itself in purposeful soil hiding from the avid fisherman. They are ready to cast me out into the deep blue sea so I will be nibbled on and gleefully chewed. "Catch me if you can."!
Now that I am off the hook, my senior stereo-typed life reminds me of that worm. Others view me as too old to put one foot in front of the other; nevermind, swim the deep blue sea. Like the worm, society sometimes ties me in a knot. Social Security, Life Insurance. Medicare, Want-a-care , When-will-they -care are all issues in my life. AARP Conventions and Senior Citizen trips are the designated points experts push on me, but this little worm squirms anxiously toward new ground and burrows itself in purposeful soil hiding from the avid fisherman. They are ready to cast me out into the deep blue sea so I will be nibbled on and gleefully chewed. "Catch me if you can."!
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