(Limericked Cries, Right Before Your Eyes)
Much sooner than I should deserve.
A younger shape
Began to drape.
Dear Father Time, you’ve got some nerve!
Much earlier than I’d have thunk.
The lycra seam
Has stretched downstream,
And put me in a summer funk.
Reduces this adult to tears.
The bell curve calls,
As muscle falls,
And consummates my own worst fears.