Man Boobs Poem by D.N. Rebb

I was sitting on the throne the other day
And looked at myself in the mirror
I was naked, ready for a shower
At first I thought, damn, I look good for my age
But then I had a closer look
My nipples weren't where they really should be
In fact, they were hanging rather low
Almost cartoon-like
When the hell did that happen?
I kind of lifted one side up, then let it go
It must have been a good four inch drop
Well off course, I also tested the other side
Same story
There was a lot of unnecessary flab I never had before
Now, I had heard of man-boobs
But never in a million years would have dreamt of owning a pair myself
In our youth, we loved playing with boobs
We loved to touch them, taste them; well you get the picture
Somehow, these just aren't the same though
I remember, years back, there was a standup comedian
He did a bit on this phenomenon
He found his discovery driving too quickly over a speed bump
I never got that joke back then
But sure as hell do now
I suppose I should embrace it
(No pun intended)
Gravity and wisdom define us as we age
And I'm old enough to not give a crap what I look like
Having a drink, with my shirt off in the pool
So, Cheers! (Wiggle, wiggle)