Beauty is only skin deep, and the world is full of thin skinned people.

Retired is being tired twice, I've thought, first tired of working, then tired of not.

If only I kept my eye on the ball, Looking downward as does the pro there, I might not see where it was going, at all, But there might be a chance it would go there.

Each year it grows harder to make ends meet - the ends I refer to are hands and feet.

I've suffered from all of the hang-ups known, and none is as bad as the telephone.

Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.

They head the list of bad to bet on: But I insist they're worse to get on