17, 37, 57
Seventeen, thirty-seven, fifty-seven
Age has no bearing whatsoever
When it comes to a gorgeous young filly
As long as she's breathing, that's all us guys need
When the time we have left gets short
We must use the remaining time
To drink in all the beauty that life has to offer
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Please excuse my verbosity
I'm just trying to explain the working's
Of an old man's mind or ANY man's mind
Gorgeous women were always meant to be
Admired, gawked at and drooled over
Plain and simple... it's why we exist!
So here's to gawking, may I gawk forever
It sends shivers down to my toesies
With each sweetie that prances by
My wiggler starts wiggling
And puffs of smoke streams
Outta my ears
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2022
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