More Poems For Senior Golfers

My days of youth are over
My torch of life burnt out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my water spout

It used to be amusing
The way that it would behave
When early every morning
It stood and watched me shave

Time was when of its own accord
It would from my trousers spring
But now I have a full-time job
To try and find that blasted thing

Mornings come and mornings go
I can’t help but feeling blue
To see it hang its drooping head
And watch me clean my old golf shoes

Bravo !!!! Bravo !!! Encore !!!!!

Haha. Good one!

Fear not, fear not,
As came along was this wonder pill,
That works wonder or so we thought,
Which helps lift it up and heightens the feel.

But beware and be careful,
Cos' there are imitations widely available in the marketplace,
Which looks just as beautiful,
Till the effects kick-in and make one feels out of place.

So what's the best if one may ask,
Go for a game of golf to cleanse your mind,
Stay away from pills to satisfy your lust,
For health is something that money can't buy.