Some dusty old books on a shelf were talking with each other about how old and frail they were.
One book said, “Well, I’m so old, my spine is broken.”
Another book said, “I’m so old, my appendix has been removed.”
Another book said, “I’m so old, I’ve got wrinkles and people cringe when they see my cracks.”
Yet another book said, “I’ve got you all beat! The ink in my pages has smeared and now the small punctuation marks are gone. I’m so old, my colons ruptured and I no longer have my periods!”