Wayne’s old age caught up with his maw,
quivering and clattering his fusty molars,
which made him ask no one in particular,
Know what the good Lord goofed?–,
He should’ve left the gnashers alone
(without them bones you can’t gnash
and mash the game and stake): ought He
have rid old pros of the thingy instead
cause old folks need no biter pills.
