prime of your life means
you are not a spring chicken
more like grouchy hen
Your mama is so old, her farts sound like the Big Bang
Your mama is so old, she wakes up in the morning and it’s two weeks ago
Your mama is so old, her first cell phone was a smoke signal made by Nokia
Your mama is so old, Jesus calls her Ma’am
I am no longer a Spring Chicken. I am a Summer Ham. Salty, pink, a little too dry, but tasty if you enjoy me in small bites, or slow cooked in greens.