Sunday, July 20, 2008


My Nookie Days Are Over,
My Pilot Light Is Out,
What Used To Be My Sex Appeal
Is Now My Water Spout.

Time Was When Of It's Own Accord,
From My Trousers It Would Spring.
But Now I Have A Full Time Job,
To Find The Blasted Thing.

It Used To Be Embarrassing,
The Way It Would Behave,
For Every Single Morning,
It Would Stand And Watch Me Shave.

As Old Age Approaches,
It Sure Gives Me The Blues,
To See It Hang Its Withered Head
And Watch Me Tie My Shoes.

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