THE SAME OLD SAME OLD.
A guy who sees heavenly bodies,
All the time, like drinking rum toddies…
Soon tires (eventually)
Of all he can see,
Instead of excitement, he gets “noddies”.
Growing up with a beautiful sister
I’m told, one easily resists her…
One sees her fly kites
Away from spotlights,
She might be at times a blister!
Ten years of working with women,
The same ones once sent the mind swimming….
Still look nice
But he rarely looks twice,
Has gotten used to the sights he’s been given.