Now that I’m nearly old,
when I lie on my back,
it’s not love that I think of.
but the size of my crack.
The crack in the ceiling,
that runs spidery,
from the light to the door,
wondering will the plaster,
fall to the floor.
As I lie here flat chested,
where do old tits go?
when I’m upright they’re there,
pendulous I know,
but flat on my back,
they disappear,
perhaps in armpits they hide,
just old sacks of wrinkled flesh,
where once was my pride.
Now that I’m nearly old,
can I still turn a mans head,
could I woo him and tease him,
please him in bed?
Would he be stud like, with six pack,
solid flesh, square chiselled jaw,
more likely like me,
a youngster no more.
Still give me five minutes with him in the sack,
and I might even start thinking
about......
quite a different old crack!
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Thought provoking
I'm sure you've got a lot to offer a man.....don't sell yourself short! It would be a lot longer that 5 minutes I'm sure! -
Well yeah – not all bad if you’re still not dead… and with a bit of notice kicking¡! All in all quite a good crack really…
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A nice piece, in more ways than one!
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I would comment, but I can't stop laughing hysterically. Suffice it to say, I can relate
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Very Good
This is funny and good - I could see that last line coming from the end of the first verse. Good none the less, well written, especially in the middle.
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Thanks Barb for the marvelous belly laugh (a hell of lot larger than it used to be..lol) Oh those memories of youth and how they linger.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
ps. By the way, I may can spare five minutes...lol.
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Well lets not start talking bellys
.. gravity got me firmly in her grip..even my knees seem to have eyebrows!
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thts funny!!
hahah..its hillarious...very well penned
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HAHAHA! God that's funny!
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HAHAHAHA!
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