Cleft Palate

The skies do cry,
Say, "Il fait pleut"
And loves will die,
"Fermez les yeux"
And when I sigh,
"Ne soyez pas bleu"
And I'll belie,
"C'est vous je veux".

So make me scream,
Shout, "Oh mon Dieu!"
And when I dream
Je vois nous deux
And as we age
Nous sommes vieux
But love me still
Je suis mieux.

An oldie, but a goodie

Oh the travesty of age
and the corresponding rage

that rises up inside
as your hips 'come ever wide -

you cannot help but find,
that you have lost your mind

(memory is faulty
and your speech becomes quite halty)

and lines deep in your face
(impossible t'erase)

mar your youthful look,
(you're caught upon the hook)

death is pulling upon you
it shows in all you do

he reels you in quite slow
but the aging, it does show

The incessant decay
that happens every day

Will haunt you all your life
and like the sharpest knife

will take your life away
so be upset you may

but really you should just
enjoy your sagging bust

enjoy and don't despair
the losing of your hair

love your wrinkly skin
and the fact that you aren't thin

because a corpse will be
not half as much pretty

so deal with it my dear
i know that you can't hear

but death comes for us all
so smile, wait for his call.