A song.

I am old
I am old
But my belly
Is full of cake

So I won’t
So I won’t
Explode in a
Blinding rage

Re-reading that
Re-reading that
“A blinding rage”
Is a wee bit extreme

I typed the words
I typed the words
Before I thought
And now they’re here

(Did you know?
Did you know?
That’s how I write
Most of this site?)

One year older
One year older
But I still have
My girlish figure

Actually
Actually
A girlish figure
Would be creepy

Especially
Especially
In combination
With my hairy chest

(My Lovely Wife
My Lovely Wife
Would mention here
“And hairy BACK!”)

In retrospect
In retrospect
I ain’t got
No complaints

But I am
But I am
Far too lazy
To hit Backspace

So now I must
So now I must
Leave it there
Tangential debris

Let’s return
Let’s return
To the subject
Of the cake

It doesn’t suck
It doesn’t suck
To be awoken
To a cherry cheesecake

Cherry cheesecake
Cherry cheesecake
So many syllables
I can’t sing that fast

The song is over
The song is over
Didn’t you hear me?
The song is over

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