My Last Wish

When I was young and full of butter

I could make a girl's heart flutter.

My teeth were white, my breath was fresh;

My thoughts and actions still could mesh.

My feet were firm, my belt was taut;

My goals were mostly all store-bought.

I ate with relish ev'ry meal.

My morals were of stainless steel.

But now that rust is setting in

And I am full of margarine –

I am old & fat, not wiser –

More leftover than appetizer –

Since mainsprings won't be wound again,

A single thought comes now & then;

There's one thing more before I pass . . .

I'd like to kick bin Laden's ass.