So here is something dreadful, I do enjoy writing some complete shite sometimes.
Oh dear god, I'm thirty-two
The year that rhymes with grim and poo
I think I preferred thirty-one
Since this does rhyme with joy and fun
Another year gone by oh fuck
Getting wrinkly really does suck
Life is running away a bit too quick
Time to slap it for taking the mick
Come here oh life for you are mine
Stop ticking ye endless clocks of time
Keep me pert and youthful please
Give wave to frown lines, set me free!
