Take 18: October Song
...As the forever, chirpy, (USA) Comedienne "Mrs Hughes" points out... on the subject of getting, er...old, older, /menopause?... Her "hot flashes" are sooo bad she thinks SHE is personally responsible for Global Warming/THAT, and the fact, that Al Gore has been stalking her since last Christmas... So TOO from the Male gender point-of-view.....!
Your memory? (Where was I?)
Oh, yes. Your memory goes. No-one actually knows just where to.
(the Alien lunch box?)
...Forget about people's Names. If it's a Guy? - "Hey, buddy!"
A Girl? - "Hi, Sweetie-pie!"
(even if it's your Mother)
Your finger & toe nails assume you're already dead and go into growth Over-drive!
Teeth continue to rot (or disappear). Hair? (Ha-ha!) If you still have some (around your Dick) turns grey and (like Rats abandoning the sinking ship) continue to FLEE with every grooming; speaking of which? -"said Member" is also a long lost friend and a distant visual, er...cousin.
...You have to do a "crunch" (kneel down), stretch a very long arm, scale and traverse that abdominal mountain - the result of "mucho" brewskies - just to LOCATE the little fucker!
The only time HE/IT really wants to say "Hello!" is 5 times a night whilst you are trying to get some "shut-eye"...due to your "enlarged" prostate
As for the REST of your miserable Life?... Like meeting Facebook friends in person? HE/IT doesn't want to know ya!
"Send me an E-Mail!" he says.
"Oh!" I reply. "So it's like that!?"
"Johnny Depp!" (You bet!)
And there's a POINT to this "October Song".... And I DID write it down somewhere...
I just CAN'T remember where I.....
c 2011/dave delacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/frickin xmas/italy/OVID in exile
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