Pretty Young Girlies
Poets are a very strange breed
We still believe that love is the answer
Being a poet, I know this to be fact
Looked forward earlier to this advanced age
Wondered what happens to our love genes
Do they seep out through our pores as we age
Does the sight of an attractive lightly clad girl
Still start the old engine purring
Short answer: ABSOLUTELY!
Probably even more intense than ever
Remember when you were a young whipper snapper
And you're with your Momma in a candy store
How you wanted everything behind the glass
That pretty much describes how this old guy feel now
A gorgeous young lassie
Can still get this old engine a-purring
Seems the older I get, the prettier the young girlies appear
And the less apparel they wear... not complaining!!!
If I didn't know better, I would think it's a conspiracy
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Perhaps I should end this by writing about nature
Or even about hockey!
Does anyone remember the glory day
Of Rocket Richard and the Montreal Canadiens?
Did you just see that pretty young girlie walk by?
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