Aching Bones Poem by George Hunter

Woke up this morning at the crack of my back,
Guess I'd spent too much time in the sack.
Seems like my very bones do ache.
I pray dear Lord, give this old fart a break.
I don't mean an actual break
It's just an expression, for heaven's sake.
So I prayed and prayed and tried to be nice.
I even kneeled and faced Mecca once or twice.
Because I didn't want to miss a bet,
Didn't know which religion was the better yet.
But nothing seemed to do a bit of good,
Not that I really thought it would.
If I want to tell you the goldurned truth
Probably just my reward for my mispent youth.
I'll have to toughen up, I declare it,
Nothing left to do but grin and bear it.