Howdy! It’s been awhile. Here are some limericks on getting old…
How have I gotten so old?
Most of my days have been told.
My skeleton’s creaky,
My bladder is leaky,
And my toenails are harboring mold.
My pallid and wrinkled complexion
Stares back from the mirror’s reflection.
Where is the kid
Who could barely keep hid
The crimp of a chronic erection?
How did I get here so fast?
I was certain my vigor would last.
Now my day’s greatest bliss
Is success when I piss,
And control of the flow from my ass.
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