Pretty Young Girlies

Poets are a very strange breed

We still believe that love is the answer

Being a poet, I know this to be a fact

Looked forward earlier to this advanced age

Wondered what happens to our love genes

Do they seep out through our pores as we age

Does the sight of an attractive lightly clad girl

Still start the old engine purring

Short answer: ABSOLUTELY!

Probably even more intense than ever

Remember when you were a young whipper snapper

And you're with your Momma in a candy store

How you wanted everything behind the glass

That pretty much describes how this old guys feel now

A gorgeous young lassie

Can still get this old engine a-purring

Seems the older I get, the prettier the young girlies appear

If I didn't know better, I would think it's a conspiracy

At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man

Perhaps I should end this by writing about nature

Or even about hockey!

Does anyone remember the glory day

Of Rocket Richard and the Montreal Canadiens?

Did you just see that pretty young girlie walk by?