Wishful Thinking

An old man sat thinking Oh what shall I do I really could do With a woman or two! The younger the better Or three in a bed Why are these thoughts Going round in my head But his looks were not pleasant His age clearly showed He looked like a frog Or more so a toad! So he came up with a devious plan To make ladies think That he was a young man He joined Match.com With a profile that said I'm tall, dark and handsome And damned good in bed I'm just six feet tall With piercing blue eyes And in case you are wondering It's a respectable size! I own a nice house I'm solvent and funny I drive a Rolls Royce And I have tons of money And if you are game For pleasure and fun Please do get in touch I just could be the one He then sorted through photos Of himself years gone by With no wrinkles and handsome Looking smart, suit and tie Then he posted his profile With his hopes raised sky high But he looked in the mirror And saw with a sigh A beer belly, false teeth Specs, walking stick Looked down and oh He could not see his dick! I can get some viagra A dot on the card Apparently works wonders For making things hard! But there was a huge problem He thought whilst he sighed One look at me and She will know that I lied What's the solution We will meet in the dark Late at night with no moon At the local park But he knew damned well That it would never work And went to bed feeling Like such a prize berk!