It takes me some time to get myself going in the morning, things are not what they used to be,
I probably need to be taken in and given a sixty-nine year servicing.

Wild isn't it?
one day you're crawling around as a child and in the blink of a cataract eye you're wondering why you still crawl around like a child even though years have gone by.

Quiet out there
the air is heavy
daybreak is a weight waiting to drop.

Hot too
and my beach body is not even ready.

No!
it's not woe is me
I'm happy and not because I kissed Snow White although I might at some point

at the point of my gun snarls Grumpy,

ah!  
he's always miserable.

Wednesday which it would be
sees me a day older.