Now I'm reading where Lorraine is in her Twilight Years
and you've read where my bladders dropping!
And I just received some paper work from the Goverment
from Social Security which Obama may end up stopping!
What is an old gal like me to do?
With this problem you all know I've got?
I won't be able to go out at all
no depends for my bladder drop!
Twilight years my girlfriend?
Are you crazy in the head?
I don't know if the lights are even on now!
And soon I'll be panty wet wrinkled, and dead!
They say that your sixties are your Golden years?
Well I think someones giving me that golds Shaft!
I want what I had when I was young!
I want my bladder control and my youth to come back!
Do you need a diaper? By the look at it, yes.Havin said that, with some extra workout and intercourse, could redeem your agony of wettin yer pants.Nice humorous piece Linda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really good one golden years are sort of tarnished lol