Dens the name - I’m old and grey
with only one good eye
But in my heart I’m just a lad
as fair young things I spy

And what is this, a younger lass,
with body sweet and tight
I think I’ll put my pecker in
and ride her through the night

I’ll show this woman what it means
to squeal and yell and shout
By end of night she’ll think she’s had
her bloody brains shagged out

But as time goes I find it’s me
who struggles with the pace
Perhaps I should’ve shut my mouth
Perhaps I've run my race

This Sheila’s got me in a spin
It’s getting really tough
About midnight I’m all done in
and want to shout ‘enough!’

Well I suppose I can’t complain
at lest I’m getting some
Even if it means I often feel my prick go numb

I think I’ll break these visits up
Just one or two a week
Then when we go and do our thing
I may just keep my peak

Or maybe try viagra
so my manhood’s hard and strong
And go and go throughout the night
whilst keeping rock hard shlong

Enough for now I need some rest
I can not stay and chat
It’s Saturday, she’s on her way
and I’ll be up to bat

Clemo