When I'm an old man, there's just a few things I need.
The most comfortable bubble bath I've ever experienced,
With jets blowing on my back, massaging it gently
And a private chef, that cooks all my favorite meals
Beef Wellington, Turducken, Soufflé,
All the dishes every cook should know how to make.
And a giant wall size T.V. with a maid there to change my channel.
My maids and cook may hate me, but I've suffered with the elderly
They'll get there turn someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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