You have to Laugh...Don't You?

“Hi there! Only saying down the pub the other week
I’d not seen hide nor hair of you, and now look who I meet.
They told me what was ailing you – you know how people talk,
but I had to say I’d guessed it from the shuffling way you walk.
My old man, bless his cotton socks, had the self-same thing, you see,
but he never made a thing of it, said, ‘There’s plenty worse than me.’
That’s true enough, but hand on heart, I don’t mind telling you,
the Lord himself knows how I’d feel if I had the damned thing too.
Still, sure as eggs is blooming eggs, life carries on the same,
just try and make the best of it...Say, don’t it look like rain?”

“Absolutely, my dear fellow – a bit unsteady on me pins...
with this wretched whatchamacallit, darned Parkinson’s thing!
Take me hat off to your father, would have liked to shake this hand;
the pun was unintended – your dad would understand.
I’ve just been down to Tesco, but it’s frightfully frustrating,
fumbling at the checkout – the blighters don’t like waiting.
So I quite ignore their tutting – keep a stiff, upper lip.
Quip, “I do so beg your pardon...what I don’t do is ‘quick’!
Then carry on regardless – tell them, ‘Have a nice day.’
Well, you have to laugh, don’t you?” Or cry...as they say.