Some weeks ago my old, old friend
Started popping pills, some new
And in one week of popping them
Was feeling de-ja-vu.
And soon he was out chasing gals,
Some only half his age;
His wife, in deep frustration fell
Into a blinding rage.
He kept on chasing after skirts,
Like a lad of twenty one.
I never saw a man his age
Engrossed, with so much fun.
'Twas soon I thought of other friends
And wondered if they too,
Were chasing skirts, like my old friend
And feeling de-ja-vu.
The moral is, you won't become
A frozen, cold Anarctic
If you hurry to your corner drug
And buy a sex cathartic.
A broad-minded view of what might be
happening, all over the world.
1996
Very good Joseph, very amusing - personally I'd rather have a box of chocs! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed this light but well meaning write. Hopefully the friend didn't bite off more that he can chew. Ha, ha. Enjoyed.