Oh ...

Oh to be fine again, at fat,

Fair, and pushing fitly forty---

Like my friend, the faintly young

So upstart cheerful Gordy.

If not wonder all of that,

Then slim and trim---and mayhap fifty ...

Which I'd eye as grandly greatly nifty.

For that good state I'd gladly advocate ...

And then step backward promptly thrifty.

Though if I incline to speak such varnished truth

While sitting in a solemn diner's booth,

I'd settle for distinguished sixty ...

But I fear this immaturely idle talk---

And I must later sooner balk

At sharp avoidance of this present age

For to accommodate my current stage

The lest I fail to live upcoming seventy

With sufficing large lighthearted levity.