All dressed up and no where to go. br would love to see a picture show. br Who cares! br Who wants me? br I’m old, cracked and crusted you see. br The years have taken their toile on me. br I no longer have smooth beautiful skin, br instead, I’m wrinkled saggy, with a sloppy chin. br My boobs that stood pert and showy for all to see, br now hang to my knees, flat as can be. br What say you, when you look at me, br awkward question my dear, br Hmmm afraid to tell me. br Don’t be afraid, my body speaks for itself. br You can roll me up and place me on a shelf. br br Written: Feb.162007 br br Don’t worry fellow poets, I’m just in a mood. It’s br Friday night and I ain’t got nobody. Hmmm I think br someone made a song, oh yeah it was on Saturday br night wasn’t it. Well no matter, this is Friday for br another hour or so. This is not a true story by the br way. I look great, just in a weird mood is all. I’m br not even drinking, darn I don’t drink. LOLOLOL br I’ll delet this another day. Tonight if you dare to br read this, OH well…………LOLOL br br Written: Feb.