A Girl Watcher's Club Honouree

At this ripe old age of eighty years

Thought girlies would no longer phase me

On the contrary, more now than ever before

I'm a girl watchers club honouree

A member of the bunch of leering old men

They still turn my rusty old crank

Just because sometimes I fail to zip up

I'm still pretty alert to be frank

I admit at times I forget to wear undies

In combination with failing to zip up

The impact of these two glaring omissions

Cause a furor when playing mini-putt

Gather a big crowd, thought at first it was me

My rugged good looks and stuff

Soon realized they were focusing down below

It's more proper than playing in the buff