11. Age Before Beauty

The trouble with tee total toddlers
Is that they seldom see;
The life that they are to live
Is that what mine has been.
Grow up, break up, make up, fed up.
Tea cup, coffee cup. Storm in a D-cup.
Cups in your mouth
Her cups have gone down south.
Though you always liked them
When they were higher than her legs.
Then there's the balls in life.
Those shrivled little miniscule souls
That have little bobbly holes
With the terrible thick black hair
Coming out of seemingly thin air.

To be a happy child was all that we've wanted
Now I'm coming of age; I'd prefer to watch Wallace and Grommit.

The booze, the drugs, the teenage shoulder shrugs
Can be bought on through your life
But people are always missing what's left on the brighter side.
That of course is the misconception of a conceptualist world.
Find a girl, produce a boy.
Even though you never wanted a wife.
Insane natures of the visions of a child
With age, goes time, and so wild grows your mind.
To be a healthy person, with not a care in the world
Is to be akin to full on ginger hair, and fatness if your a girl.
Just ignore those who knock, and grow wise with time
As your body clock;
Will stop ticking eventually.
Only when that happens then,
You may be able to look back on just what might have been.