Another Year Older But No Colder!

I guess I'm still not too old for this shit as I rhyme away at my pit. But when do I get to say that and make it stick? Wouldn't it be fun to be a mean old prick? No? Let's see with my flow.

You can bicker with all,
Give young girls a cat call,
That are above legal age.
No going creeper on this page.

Whack kids with your walking stick.
Give people in front of you a kick.
Then just act senile.
No need to run a mile.

Get to be cleaned out once a year,
As a hand goes up your rear.
Maybe even a gadget in your ear,
To help you be able to hear.

And whenever you have to go,
Lift your leg and let it flow.
A reference to a mutt.
Just don't sniff a butt.

Fake a heart attack,
Then get a free ice pack.
Plus a free ride too.
Flashy lights just for you.

You get a blue pill.
I hear it is a thrill.
It's like you have powers,
As it lasts for hours.

Could get a party started,
With oops you farted.
Having a bit of gas,
And just letting it pass.

Just do the hokey pokey,
And you'll be as feared as Loki.
Right leg in and off it goes,
Or you may just lose some toes.

Could start your own band.
Go all across the land.
The more your bones crack,
The more people you'll pack.

Then the best of all.
You can do nothing at your hall.
Just throw a big fit,
And say you are too old for this shit.

Hmmm okay maybe not. It does not sound so hot. Besides the last one I suppose. I would not want to do the hokey pokey and lose my toes. So the cat will keep Pat below 30 for now before he has a cow. Now I will go pass some young gas from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.