Short Shorts
How boring to write about love all the time
But it does make the world go round
First thing every morning and last thing at night
My mind is romance bound
A mushy old man who's long past his prime
For the old urge I'm never bereft
The sight of a young girl in very short shorts
Can still makes me catch my breath
Guess until they finally nail down my casket
And bury me in the ground
I'll still love the sight of a beautiful woman
It will still send me heaven bound
It's the way it's been and always will be
As long as pretty girls cavort
Makes us males think of a tussle in the hay
To an afternoon of pleasure it transports
I'm terribly sorry, sure got carried away
Remembering how virile I once was
When you're as old as me it's all I have left
These sweet images makes me blush
© Jack Ellison 2014
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