MY YOUTH
My days of youth are over; My torch of life is out. What used to be my sex organ; Is now my water spout.
Time was when of its 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 shine my shoes.
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