not to night

Not tonight my lovely I must stop writing about The women I met in my tumultuous youth that lasted into middle age touching the years of elderliness I do remember a woman In Taiwan She had beautiful hair That turned out to be a wig She was scaringly bald Perhaps she had had cancer She was flat chested too Wore boxer shorts and Had an ******** No, not tonight, misses Wong She routinely dressed Adjusted her wig Down in the bar, I drank whisky To think I had kissed her With passion