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John's Retirement Poem


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John's Retirement Poem

My nookie days are over, my pilot light is out, what used to be my sex appeal is now my water spout.

Time was when of it's own accord from my trousers it would spring, but now I have a full time job finding the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing the way it would behave, for every single morning it would stand and watch me shave.

As old age approches it sure gives me the blues, to see it hang it's withered-head, and watch me tie my shoes.

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