He once stood tall ( explicit comedy )
In my young years I was full of stamina , full of pep
There wasn’t a girl that I couldn’t get.
With every girl it would stand at attention
So I had to keep it locked up in the house of detention ( jock strap )
Now he is old and his head hangs down
But in my shorts he still can be found.
When once before he was a prize
Now he’s shrunk to half his size
He can still march to the beat , if he stops looking at my feet.
Once he was a warrior who could push his way between two walls
Now I must hold him so he won’t fall.
Yet he tries to talk to me by picking up his head
But I know his words are dead.
Like a flower he has withered and died
And for him I do cry.
Once he used to travel thru the bush
To get into that nice warm tush.
OH ! The pains and memories of once long ago
When he stood up and put on a show.
Now he is old, feeble and weak
And will never get back to his peak.
It’s time to give him his last rites
For seventy three years he put up a fight.
REST IN A PIECE
The RACONTEUR in me has come in his glory
To give you another comical story.