Incomprehensible! Poem by Bryan Taplits

Many things I don't comprehend,
For example, doing an onerous chore, like weeding,
It was such a bore, this chore,
but it was with my brother
So it's a favorite memory-
Thus, never needs re-seeding.

But the topic I wish to address today
And one that I recently flogged,
Is why, although I no longer have the urge,
I still pursue with my eyes-
Females who jog.

I guess it's because I no longer wish to plunder-
But only to admire a youthful and metronomically paced-beat,
No longer am I a predator-
but just an onlooker-
Who wishes only to witness-
Rather then to taste his athletic treat.

I'm like an art-lover in a gallery
Who gazes upon the adored ascension,
I should stay in this spirit
-and even embrace it-
For one day soon I shall lose all capability of appreciation.