Seductive is age for steeping passion keeps ladies Anais-Nin*-ka-ling,
though decaying eyes has most of us Blink-blink-a-ling,
And a goddess frame has grown so loose sometimes we hear it Crink-a-ling,
But, gals, at least we’ll never groan, “Dang! Where is my Dink-a-ling?”
Thing is, hairs sprout in places that have us plucking and Eek-Eek-a-ling
so we can go out with some sock-n-sandal grump who grunts like a Fink-a-ling.
We sip H20, but some stale nights just call for a tonic and Gin-a-ling.
In regards to memory, it’s more than just a tad Hinky-a-ling,
Brains slip like a feet on ice and can barely hold one single Ink-a-ling.
Bodies shift, the nurse lifts, we pray that we aren’t Jinxed-ka-ling.
Soft locks become rocks, grey wires that are ever a Kink-a-ling,
And our face is a road map where all lines will eventually Link-a-ling.
Agreed, wearin’ fur is cruel, yet blue feet beg for slippers of Mink-a-ling,
So we pounce on our warm pets like we are a flannel-wearing Nin-ja-ling,
It ain’t so bad to schlub in our grubs and heave ho the corsets and Ohh-la-la-ling,
Now we clutch chipped mugs in spotty hands ‘til they turn a nice Pink-a-ling.
We feel like we’ve had a birthday each year since the dynasty of Qing-a-ling,
“Help! I can’t get up!” we’ll call if we go figure faking at an ice Rink-a-ling,
Most sports leave us sorely thumped and into our beds we go a Slink-a-ling.
Older bladders do odd things- all day long all we do is go a Tink-a-ling,
We’re inside scouting for washrooms so our pale skin is never UVRay-a-ling,
Instead we shop for miracle bras so boobs don’t look like they’re VV-a-ling,
But hey, there is art in long lines, those ever lengthening Wrink-a-lings,
And wise guys know that X-perience made us X-citing and XXX-ka-lings
It’s a Tao attitude, so ride the grey waves! Embrace life’s Yang-Yin-ka-lings,
But, Sisters, as we pant these miles, we’d better take plenty of Zinc-a-ling!
This is probably the most nonsense-ical poem I’ve ever written. All in fun.
For Bet. Hope it made you giggle – Love from Dee, a ding-a-ling!
*Anais Nin wrote literary style erotica that is now recognized as art.