Performance Poem by Phil Soar

There was a time when I performed all night
Sadly that no longer is the case
My current performance rating is just right
I'm premature and all over the place

Maybe it's my age, I'm sixty three
And unable to 'stand up' for very long
After minutes I am all weak at the knees
And libido at my age seems pretty wrong

Others will say that they are at their best
Performing as they do for hours on end
But looking at me stood in my holey vest
Is enough to drive away a dearest friend

So though I think I'd love the chance to play
And romp around for hours at a time
I think I'll give my chances all away
And lie and think of me when at my prime