Guy’s not spry in the bounce of love;
his hips, it seems, cannot give a shove.
He’s quite unnerved and filling with fear…
almost as bad as being sere.

Guy’s not spry, and he’s thinking of
Pilates schemes that might help him love.
He’s seen the verve of those who cheer
the pretzel poses that endear.

He’ll try anything;
he’s a desperate dude.
He would even go
chiropractor route.

Guy has tried everything for love;
none of these schemes shows any hope of
besting this scourge that is without peer.
But then he learns his inner ear
is messed up—doctor gets it cleared.
He’s now a lover without peer.

Now the guy’s
on a spree,
woos and woos
and wants more.