I am young, I am as young as I am,

I’ll never be old enough to eat spam,

Of pig my favorite bite is of cold ham,

But I’ll remain a kid and eat plumb jam,

As gravity grabs my bags and pulls down,

I won’t let it drop my lips edge to be a frown,

Now for my grandkids I may dress as a clown,

And since I am the King of Chill I’ll wear a crown,

Note how perfectly constructed each line in rhyme,

Is made to extend just a bit more each and every time,

Let’s see just for fun since I feel so young in my prime,

I’ll find words to describe youth in a downward climb,

I rise in the morning and listen to each joint crack,

Perhaps rise is improper if referring to my back,

But when I see my wife I plan for a love attack,

Invigorating a part is achieved plus cardiac,

Whoa boy I’m a man on fire inside of me,

I’m a youthful man when I’m sexually,

As climax comes old age must be,

If you look, our home you’ll see.

The end, by Pat for Patti.