Wednesday, February 1, 2012


I was young, rough and tough, once.

I rode women with the best of 'em.

five forward gears and no reverse.

these days, all I ride is a rocking chair.

these days, all I do is rock and stare

at all those tender young butts passing me by.

it's enough to make an old man cry.

hope she'll be home soon to bake me a pie.

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