There is a body part I do not prize
and that is the lumpy size of my thighs!
For while getting older makes one wise,
it spreads the body to an ever larger size.
My thighs always won the humor prize,
with varicose veins as fat as French fries.
And no matter how many stairsteps I try
they look like lumps of lard, no lie!
Age makes one laugh when once I cried;
Now I just look, hide them and sigh.
I sure hope that when I die
God has planned a thigh surprise
for it would give me a total high
to have thighs that are a perfect size!