Of Teens, then Twenties, then Thirties galore
All breed Divine your Best Manlihood's spent
So in spare the Words; Waste Language for more
Spawn Fourty Tempters your Hormones relent
And who is to Blame given such Stage we Live
Even though imply some Old Crone's Counsel
Were your Stones by the Road; Much your Peers sieve
These Drunken Records pinch by the Handle
Your Smile caused the Crime. That which we Remind
Where Better Models make such Style unique
Yet - not Enough. Be that Mum's Genes in Kind
Assures your Mark which the World dares to Speak.
Tell me again. Why the Added Arms you Knead
Though Bread bakes its own more Sugar you plead?