MidLifeCrisis poses the question: why wasn’t I doing this 20 years ago?
In response, an ode to midLifeC:
To My Coy MLC
Why weren’t you doing this score years ago?
Let me count the reasons, so you’ll know:
You weren’t in midlife, taboos were still rife
There was no Terb, our nights t’disturb
There was no internet and no web
Or jabberwocks or brilligs or toves outgreb
S.p. referred to a spelling mistake
And nothing at all was enhanced or a fake
Bbbj was a stutter, from a shy one aflutter
Shots on goal were real, no metaphoric spiel
Tricks were tricks, and dicks were dicks
Indie was a race, not a solitary face.
And so dear midLife these are the reasons
You were not a man for all seasons
But do take heart for now you can start
These wonderful vices to sooth your life Crises.
In response, an ode to midLifeC:
To My Coy MLC
Why weren’t you doing this score years ago?
Let me count the reasons, so you’ll know:
You weren’t in midlife, taboos were still rife
There was no Terb, our nights t’disturb
There was no internet and no web
Or jabberwocks or brilligs or toves outgreb
S.p. referred to a spelling mistake
And nothing at all was enhanced or a fake
Bbbj was a stutter, from a shy one aflutter
Shots on goal were real, no metaphoric spiel
Tricks were tricks, and dicks were dicks
Indie was a race, not a solitary face.
And so dear midLife these are the reasons
You were not a man for all seasons
But do take heart for now you can start
These wonderful vices to sooth your life Crises.
