For As - Age Matters Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I gotta tell you something, Mate,
let's not postpone, it cannot wait.
Remember yesterday's debate?
About mere male, his likely fate?
Well, I for one, now near the gate
where age resumes a steady state,
(no, it is nothing I just ate) ,
I've sailed right through my recent date
perhaps I ought to illustrate
the time we hugged, there by the gate
while I, I had to micturate,
you know, it does humiliate,
my God it sure was getting late,
no plans though to inseminate
well trust me, do! At any rate:
a woman blooms at thirty-eight!