Tuesday, January 30, 2007

#282: January 30, 2007

"You'd better use that thing between your legs
before it withers on you, mark my word!
Get out and drink your life down to the dregs,
for one day soon the thought will seem absurd.

"When you're as old as I, you'll spend your days
scratching your head and wondering where it went;
and memories of all your favorite lays
will show themselves treasure and time well spent.

"So go on, now, and stick it to those girls!
Don't worry if they're pretty, fat or thin.
The time's too short! Plunge in up to the curls!
'Cause who knows if you'll have the chance again?"

Grandpa sucked on his beer. "Believe me, kid:
don't do it, and one day you'll wish you did."

5 comments:

Sonnet Boy said...

More life advice from Grandpa Richie. :)

Serena Joy said...

Feeling sassy today, are we? Cute!

middleclasstool said...

"Plunge in up to the curls" is my new "carpe diem."

mrs. tool said...

Just watch out for the panty crickets.

Sonnet Boy said...

You might think this poem a mess.
But still, I would hazard to guess
that upon their deathbeds
very few shake their heads
and say, "Golly! I wish I'd fucked less!"