Every bit a lacrosse star in the makin’,
lean and mean, like Canadian bacon;
a chiseled boy toy attending college,
because he has a desire for knowledge.
He also has a great gnawing hunger,
since the days when he was younger:
to live a low-key life with prosperity,
generous to others with all sincerity.
This day will come as he grows older,
when he’s ready to give it a shoulder.
There’s no way this is the right time
for this hot stud in his playful prime.
He loves clubbing – can’t get enough –
looks a bit girlish, but acts a bit tough;
cuts a mean rug, trips lights fantastic –
makes one believe his body’s elastic.
Slams down beer like drinking water;
lusts for a son, on occasion a daughter;
Makes out in hidden, shadowy places,
swings his bat and rounds all the bases.
He swaggers outside to go meet the day;
heads right to the ocean, not to the bay.
Hey! Surf’s up! Time to go catch a wave;
to go nap a spell, and to later misbehave.
Oh, the hedonistic joys of being young,
full of piss and vinegar and nicely hung.
Life’s his oyster – got it by the balls –
turning heads in the shopping malls.