FileTitle: Poem2079.html
Category: Humor
Type: Poem
Description: Retirement - Sex Life
>From twenty to thirty if a man lives right,
It's once in the morning and twice at night
>From thirty to forty if he still lives right
He misses in the morning AND sometimes at night
>From forty to fifty it's just now and then
>From fifty to sixty it's God knows when

His sporting days are over, his little light is out
What used to be his pride and joy is now his water spout
It used to be embarrassing, making it behave
It stood up in the morning and watched him have a shave
But now he's getting older it sure gives him the blues
To see it hanging upside-down and watch him tie his shoes