Ode to Yehoshua Who is 89

His name is Yehoshua
And ain't that just fine
He just had a birthday – now he’s 89
He tells us that he’s finished
An on the way out
But when he talks that stupid way
We just wanna shout

Have a banana
Or have some cheddar cheese
A slice of smoked salmon
A lick of ice-cream please
A twirl of cow’s tongue – looks nice upon your plate
And what was that I saw you with? Was it shrimp you ate?

Dad’s been fighting windmills
His words at his command
He jousts with pen and notebook
it's Joshua's last stand
He slays the antisemites
They writhe there on the floor -
But sad ol Don Quixote-
wins battles not the war.

Went to the geriatrician
And asked him for a pill
“My memory is failing me
My confidence is nill
Remind me - who’s my brother
Am I the older one?
Can’t seem to find my ear-piece
Can’t hear the telephone.”

The doctor scratched his head and said
“tell me time and place
What did you have for breakfast?
Did you watch the race?”
But Josh couldn’t answer
I guess he didn’t know
He was too busy following
The Netanya-Livni show

The doctor said - what do you do to pass the time away
Josh said “aint got time to pass, I gotta make it stay
I’m working on my blog,” he says
I got a problem tho
My inbox's got a headache
From info - overflow.

“Can’t talk I’m going swimming
Then there’s the dog to walk
The Knesset’s in – I ain’t got time
For all this foolish talk.”

The doctor scratched his head again,
“My man I’m blown away
No memorix for you my friend
There’s nought for me to say.
For many of us here tonight
Don’t do as much as you
And when we get to 89
Will we know what you do?

Say Dad
You sure you ready go
to the olamo?

Hell no, says Yehoshua
rocks up in you head?
While I can buy smoked salmon
I glad that I ain't dead.