Cougar
You can’t iron something that’s wrinkled
She’s lived ninety years in this skin
She’d popped in her teeth and she’d tinkled
This birthday she ain’t staying in
Her gout and arthritis were giving her grief
But tonight she intended to flirt
Doc Martens and knickers a long way from brief
Fish nets and a very short skirt
She went to a bar full of pushing and shoving
And eyed a young guy in the queue
She winked and she said if you’re after some loving
I’d whip off my bloomers for you
27 November 2020
For: Make Me Laugh With Some Humour contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2020
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