Hey Burny, you crumbling cracker, bite me.

Nice little poem Aunty. Actually I pray that one to the Lord every night. Not helping much, yet. I'll goof around with it here to see what I can do with it:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I think about fish, Wassies about sheep.
Please no wrinkles, so I can attract the lassies,
and hide my butt before it attracts gay Wassies.
Please no age spots, please no gray,
as for my belly, what can I say?
Please keep me healthy; please keep me young,
and please dear Lord, keep Oreos number one!