I saw three sleeping beauties,
A sitting on the couch,
They really looked so peaceful,
Even though they had to slouch.

They’ve eaten too much dinner,
And filled themselves right up
It finished them right off,
When tea went in the cup.

But when you’re getting older,
And time just passes by,
Then wonder where the years have gone,
Of the age you sometimes be.

They’ve now recovered from their sleep,
They opened their eyes and had a peep,
Of festive things that were going on,
Suddenly Win had to go to the john.

She climbed up the stairs,
It was such a great strain,
And hoped she’d get up to the top,
So she could get into the little wee shop.

There’s Win and there’s Mona,
And May then there’s groaner,
A funny old bunch that’s no joke,
I guess they’ll go home a bit broke.

All of us are OAPs,
And we always try to please,
Our fellow man no matter who,
That’s something us old folk can do.

As we were eating Christmas tea,
Santa came in full of glee,
Every one a present had,
Us old girls were very glad.

Now it’s time to go on home,
And when they do they’ll be alone,
Who knows we might just meet again,
Yet who knows where or when.