by 29 year old Steve
When you're thirty and it's floppy
And it's droopy and it's droppy
You drink tea that's very sugared
Because your sex life is totally buggered.
Your mind is set now on other things
Like monks' robes and bells that ring
That remind you of a higher place
Than screwing birds ('cos you can't) and getting off yer face!
Well, fast approaches that monastic time.
Bang! There goes twenty nine!
Sex is for real men, but I don't want it - it's dirty.
Isn't it strange - The Buddha was enlightened at thirty?