My mother mentioned years ago <br />that it was always creeping age <br />which stripped you of your youthful glow <br />put a wet damper on the page <br /> <br />of men's own book that's titled SEX <br />and then she pointed at her Mum <br />so if you feel that a mean Hex <br />has come for you, do not be glum, <br /> <br />but just accept that things will stop <br />because of lowered androgens <br />so no more in the sack and Hop, <br />thus age makes a big difference. <br /> <br />But when I wandered just last night <br />into the bathroom, there to find <br />some shiny floss to clean my bite <br />I spotted your white-skinned behind, <br /> <br />as smooth as when we first did date <br />and so I said, though silently, <br />'you mother, go join the debate <br />in church but do not lecture me', <br /> <br />and, I found out that balmy night <br />that mothers who tell fibs to sons <br />do have agendas that just might <br />keep our thoughts away from buns. <br /> <br />So lucky that I never listened <br />(it was a fault they told me then) <br />and when the showered bottom glistened <br />I acted as would other men. <br /> <br />But, you agree, no doubt my friend <br />that I keep quiet of these things <br />age might just lead you 'round the bend <br />but androgens will give you wings.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-androgens/
