At my Age I wonder Some,
when Common Sense turned to Dumb.
Seems to Me are no Controls,
when People crave For open Holes.
I’ve got Some I wish Could Close,
from Private Parts to Runny Nose.
Even that Which really Stinks,
to Peepers with Too many Blinks.
Bagels, Cheese, or Diamond Ring,
holes with Purpose is their Thing.
Craziness is What it Means,
to Pay for Holes in Brand New Jeans!