FLABBY BITS:

Now over half a century ago, I was planted as a seed,

I grew into a human, but now feel like a floppy weed,

The bonny-ness of babyhood & the rosiness of youth,

It’s all gone due south now & here you have the proof,

All the saggy bits & wrinkles, the creases & the pleats,

Blamed on lack of action, ageing & all my naughty treats,

But to hell with all excuses, the moaning & the whinging,

I´ll continue as the gourmet, the toasting & the binging,

I lift my glass & toast you, “Hail to you my wrinkly flabby bits,

To you my generous flesh & the tight belt that never fits,

Sixty years gone by now, too long we´ve been together,

Too long flabby friends, to fret about a tightened bit of leather”.