He groped the folds of his toga in search of his diminishing member. Venus laughed. With a sense of desperation that foredoomed the effort to failure , he conjured erotic images hoping this would cause the diminutive appendage to inflate to a recoverable size. The reverse occurred. Flacidus shuddered, at what point did shrinkage become reducio ad nihilum?
—Garth Gould
This article appears in Feb 18-24, 2016.
When you reach 70?
He fears he’s becoming a eunuch
For can’t get a rise in his tunic.
But he went to the Olympics in Munich,
and he got to drive a new Bunick.(?)