washes his willy with Cif*
which pleases him more than a spliff
Let's not mention his arse or his feet
(which taste faintly of lobster-meat)
or even his socks
(perhaps harbouring pox)
He has to send himself e-mails
to remind him to tackle his toenails...
Sometimes senescence
brings unpleasant presence...
*A Unilever cleaning product which contains particles of gently-scouring plastic.
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