fadingbat

twinkle tinkle

fading bat

getting old

and that's a fact

hard to hear

and hard to type

how else am I gonna

gripe.

losing muscles

gaining pounds

was once a square

now turning round

pimples left

so wrinkles could move in

pardonez moi while I

scoop up all o my chins

memory fails from time to time

breaking my nails

while typing this rhyme

my inner teenager

is a tad confused

the old bat on the cover

is not amused.

oh well I am lucky to still be

here at all.

(I shrunk and I sure miss

being tall)