The Aging Penis - A Poem
 

My nookie days are over;
My pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal;
Is now my water spout.

Time was when of its own accord;
From my trousers it would spring.
But now I have a full time job;
To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing;
The way it would behave.
For every single morning;
It would stand and watch me shave.

As old age approaches;
It sure gives me the blues.
To see it hang its withered head;
And watch me tie my shoes

What a depressing poem.

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! :lol:

Time to give one back to the ladies (I just tried to re-write the orgional poem, sorry for the suckiness :p)

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

NOW that's cute.. :D

Good job Crack!

nice one to both crack and mal

much props for crack for riting onthe spot like that. and thanks for Mal too, I think.

I don't tie my shoes.

slip into loafers then? :D

My point was: the rest apply.