Remember a time when we were young and bold

We enjoyed the cold

So easily controlled

So easily sold

On anything gold

And we always extolled

Everything we were told

Now recently parolled

I'm comin' outta my mold

I need to be cajoled

My past was foretold

And I cannot be consoled

Too many times I've been rolled

Take hold

And watch my future unfold

If you do not scold

Then I will not withhold

These rhymes have been patrolled

Many times they've been strolled

Resold

Like a case of the common cold

It spreads just like nasty bread mold

Now don't get bowled

By this short hip lovely ode

You'd never ever believe how long I've enrolled

The time it took to write was twofold

And every word I wrote I will uphold