Regions Unexplored Heretofore

   Exploring regions unexplored heretofore
     my body springs to attention like a rusty door…  
    
   O, that I had listened to Doctor Gore
     I wouldn't be near this sore ...

   For ‘There’s no known remedy
     ~ for the early middle-seventies’
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Flood Avatar
April 17, 2024 at 3:44 PM
I was gonna say gin helps… but I just got up to pour one… and I made that ‘getting out of a chair’ sound. Crikey, I’ve succumbed to the curse of the rusty door! I vow never to make that sound again ;-)
Lawless Avatar
April 17, 2024 at 6:43 AM
well, there's one.....but we don't wanna go there....
Buehler Avatar
April 16, 2024 at 10:23 PM
Gershon, your poem made me laugh so hard I got sore myself. :D
Cunningham Avatar
April 16, 2024 at 10:21 PM
Everyday a new ache appears, getting on in years sucks big time lol. Tom
Greenhough Avatar
April 16, 2024 at 9:37 PM
I hear a little humor here. Laugh. It is part of the cure.
Theraven Avatar
April 16, 2024 at 8:21 PM
Gershon, True to form and fate. Found a remedy for the silver blues in this one. -Richard
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