When I was a lad, all the fun that I had,
Wether good or be bad, it was great
But now I’m a man, all the fun that I plan
To make sure that I can stimulate!
Takes days to decide, where I go when I ride
Do I follow a guide? Maybe not!
So I put on my hat, (I don’t look like a twat)
Never think about that, i’de be shot!
With my bike streaking past, (it is rather fast)
I hang on to For the last bit of speed
As I kick down a gear, the scream that I hear
Is my brain full of fear, I just pee’d
Now my ditty was fun, as I sit in the sun
With my coffee cup done, I lament
But again I must plan, as a fully grown man
To continue this ode, or just vent!
An angry young chap, and a head full of crap
I try to unwrap what’s been done
But the doctors all said, that my future ahead
Will be scattered with dread, oh what fun!
So read this with rye, as I say my goodbye
I go out on a high in a while
As I look at myself, from the top of the shelf
I will bid you good health, with a smile 🙂
