okay, i’m too old for that
but then, can you resist the (C)rush?
am too old to swoon
but can i not drool, albeit discreetly?
maybe i can’t moon/moonlight
but can i not act a lil like a loon
and trace that loony tune?
a (C)rush does crush you
but also lifts you up and sets you alight
floating in a make-believe world all your own; sigh!
but then, it is more ephemeral
than the bubble proverbial
ah, well, let me savour it while it lasts.
p.s: if only i could sing this one like the paula abdul song- rush, rush..