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Originally Posted by Brewmaniac
What a depressing poem.
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Indeed! and, as I am fairly sure Mal has no penis to speak of, I don't think it right for her to make all of us guys feel bad about the inevitable!
Time to give one back to the ladies (I just tried to re-write the orgional poem, sorry for the suckiness
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My nighty days are over;
My high-beams have burnt out.
What used to be my sex appeal;
now hangs like 2 dead trout.
Time was when of their own accord;
From my blouse they did sprang.
But now I have a full time job;
To direct just were they might hang
It used to be embarrassing;
The way they would behave.
For every single evening;
they would bounce and watch me play.
As old age approaches;
It sure gives me the blues.
To see them hanging there wrinkled
Nipples watching me tie my shoes