A Dilemma
It All Started With My Teeth,
So Artificial Ones Went In;
Then I Had Trouble Chewing,
So They Replaced My Chin.
Then One Day While Out For A Walk,
Some Terrible Pain Hit My Knees;
But After Two More Operations,
I-‘m Now Walking Like A Breeze!
As Old Age Has Caught Up To Me,
The Docs Have Done Their Share;
To Replace Many Of My Body Parts,
From Hip Sockets To My Hair.
So When From This Life I Do Go,
I-‘ll Leave A Dilemma So Hard;
-Å—will They Call The Undertaker,
Or The Local Junkyard