I'm way ahead of you, Buddy!
SEX-a-genarian!
My birthdays have reached a milestone.
I like the sound of that!
A half-a-dozen decades now,
I have under my hat.
And everything's still working,
You'll have to take my word.
In fact, I still have all my parts,
Though the edges may have blurred.
My hairline seems haphazard now,
And spotty at the best.
My upper-body strength,
Has sagged with all the rest.
I still can make the effort,
And suck my gut in well,
But I can't hold that pose too long,
Because my stomach's swell.
With no digestive problems,
I eat just as I choose,
And then I wash the morsels down,
With moderate sips of booze.
For I believe in moderation,
I don't take to extremes,
I guess I'm quite exceptional,
But only in my dreams.
Let's emphasize that syllable,
The first one in this ode,
As I admit the kindness thus,
To womankind bestowed.
No supplements are needed,
Except for Vitamins,
I wouldn't want to have to buy,
Assistance for my sins.
So Mrs. Bob is happy,
Contented all the while,
The medicine cabinet is all hers,
As is her fetching smile.
I'm now a SEXagenarian,
It gives me a lofty view,
I've got ten years to live the part,
And that's just what I'm planning to do!
NicknamedBob . . . . . February 24, 2005