Roy S. Fox, My Water Spout</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=29.htm>Roy S. Fox</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>My Water Spout</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Now that I am growing old,<br>My pilot light is out.<br>What used to be my sex appeal,<br>Is now my water spout.<br>It used to get up in the morning<br>And stand and watch me shave,<br>And I used to have the darndest time<br>To make that thing behave.<br>But now that I am growing old,<br>I sure have got the blues,<br>For now it hangs down my leg,<br>And watches me tie my shoes.</b></font> </blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>