Advice in the form of poetry for growing old disgracefully and happily. When the author was a child, the poems of A.A. Milne reassured him that other children were just as naughty, puzzled and foolish as he was, and that grown-ups could be even sillier. Upon reaching his sixties, he decided there was a need for an equally reassuring volume for those of his generation who are not only more confused than ever, but are losing their teeth, their hair and too often, losing their car-keys! Poetry not for the prudish. Those discolourations you can see in the photo are actually intentional printing.