No Country For Young Men

I have no time for boys, I just want men;
Although I am quite young, boys don't suffice:
They splash their lust; but I say come again,
And young lotharios go quiet as mice;
Romeo where art thou? Thou art not
As hardy as thy papa or his dam
(I have to say old couples can be hot,
With wham and bam and thank you, thank you ma'am);
And, if your wicked uncle wants a go,
Then I will not object; I promise this:
I'll love all the delights and will soon sow
Those older oats to harvest the sweet bliss
Of those who last through night-time; so, at dusk
I'm no cunt for young boys - while old folk lust.