He spoke to his toes. “Hello, toes.”, he said. How are you? You know, you are92 today. Oh, the times we’ve had! Remember how we walked in the park in the summer every Sunday afternoon? The times we waltzed on the dance floor? Happy Birthday, toes!”
“Hello, knees.”, he continued.
“How are you? You know you’re 92 today.
Oh, the times we’ve had! Remember when we marched in the parade?
Oh, the hurdles we’ve jumped together. Happy Birthday, knees.”
Then, he looked down at his cr0tch.
“Hello, W!llie! You little bugger. Just think. If you were alive today, you’d be 92!!.
