The grand tour begins with the end of our days. It’s the chance of a lifetime in so many ways. There’s dining, dancing and then nightly plays. Adventures await with views that amaze. ~ Space is quite limited, as are the beds. Bikes are allowed as are your sleds. We’ve goggles for eyes and helmets for heads. We’ve ice cold drinks and jams for breads. ~ Its best that you hurry before it’s too late. So write your checks now, why tempt your fate. You’ll be envied by all, won’t that be great. You can double the fun when bringing a date. ~ Mornings begin with a glorious sunrise. The party starts when you open your eyes. But first we’ve coffee, eggs and home fries. Clothing is optional so forget useless ties. ~ If you like naps we’ve plenty of space. If you like sports you can enter a race. There are no losers or fallers from grace. Time is scheduled to match your pace. ~ We meet at the station at ten on the dot. But if you’re late we’ll save you a spot. If you’re early you can borrow a cot. Because dreams are best when awake we’re not.
If you’re having manopause a guynecoligyst you must see. They’ll gently cup your stuff and ask you how you pee. It should come as no surprise, it happens when we age. There’s little cause for worry and no need for any rage. ~ As we all grow older things will begin to move. Sometimes things won’t work even when we’re in the groove. The pain at times can rightly get us scared. But if the boys were gone you know you’d feel weird. ~ If you just felt a twinge your time is soon to come. But if you feel anything it’s better than being numb. I know I’m not a doctor, but I know one thing for sure. To keep the golden nuggets, wishing is not a cure.