Woke up this morning at the crack of my back,
Guess I'd spent too much time in the sack.
Seems like my very bones do ache.
I pray dear Lord, give this old fart a break.
I don't mean an actual break
It's just an expression, for heaven's sake.
So I prayed and prayed and tried to be nice.
I even kneeled and faced Mecca once or twice.
Because I didn't want to miss a bet,
Didn't know which religion was the better yet.
But nothing seemed to do a bit of good,
Not that I really thought it would.
If I want to tell you the goldurned truth
Probably just my reward for my mispent youth.
I'll have to toughen up, I declare it,
Nothing left to do but grin and bear it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem