When I was young, I held a torch
But now I sit here on the porch
Next to me shriveled man
At least when you’re not on the can
I can recall on days of old
The way your nipples stcuk out bold
But now the way thay make me sigh
Is you walk by, they brush my thigh
You may joke about my breast
Let’s put your manhood to the test
If you want to make amends
I’ll just remove my wet Depends
I doubt that it would give me wood
My dear, my eyesight’s still too good
But there’s no need for you to pout
You know, just take your dentures out
I used to be quite the dish
But now my crotch smells like a fish
You can please me very well
If you can just get past the smell
You do the denture thing for me
Then get your purse, and we will see
Your wish can be a real good bet
Feed me a couple percocet
I went inside and got my purse
Removed my dentures, then I curse
I thought your promise you would keep
“You asshole!” You were sound asleep!
I woke him up and gave him head
That’s when his ticker stopped cold dead
His body limp, yet his face smirked
Apparently his plan had worked
Author notes
My thanks to my future "old man" Longfella.
A contest entry
- Here We Go Again...Imagination Is Your Friend by Dalaney.
825 points, ended June 17, 2008, 11 entries
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Interesting, very funny.
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well done
Flows well and is right humorous. I like the little twist at the end.
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LOL. This is such an adorable poem!
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excellent
did you target it for those that are old and shaken but wanna feel young and rock -
HEEHEEE
THIS IS JUST TOO HILARIOUS! I think this is one fine piece, and should t-totally take the gold trophy!!
poetdontknowit
writing it her way -
i hope you win i promise that for a couple percocets i will not die yet so lets party this is kinda long i wonder if the judge will read it all i hope so because its prety good
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