Poets are a very strange breed
We still believe that love is the answer
Being a poet, I know this to be fact
Looked forward earlier to this advanced age
Wondered what happens to our love genes
Do they seep out through our pores as we age
Does the sight of an attractive lightly clad girl
Still start the old engine purring
Short answer: ABSOLUTELY!
Probably even more intense than ever
Remember when you were a young whipper snapper
And you're with your Momma in a candy store
How you wanted everything behind the glass
That pretty much describes how this old guy feel now
A gorgeous young lassie
Can still get this old engine a-purring
Seems the older I get, the prettier the young girlies appear
And the less apparel they wear... not complaining!!!
If I didn't know better, I would think it's a conspiracy
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Perhaps I should end this by writing about nature
Or even about hockey!
Does anyone remember the glory day
Of Rocket Richard and the Montreal Canadiens?
Did you just see that pretty young girlie walk by?
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle pernickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
At times I sit and watch my nails grow
Suddenly something inspires me and away I go
Writing silly stuff
About girlies in the buff
I wind up getting all sweaty and I start to glow
Back on track with these limericks so silly
Bout kissing and stuff, some cute little fillies
Sure gets my attention
At the very mere mention
Of girlies in bikinis, I get all willy nilly
Must have had a boring young life
My biggest thrill was a snowball fight
Embarrassing when hit
Utter shame it transmits
And skipping on my manhood, put a blight
At almost eighty-three, girlies still turn my head
In spite of a neck crick, ignore the pain widespread
A small price to pay
For the yummies on display
Instead of screams of pain, they're screams of joy instead
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle persnickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
Seen many splendid things in my eighty-two years
But the one thing that stands out is a girlie's cute rear
If I lose my seeing
My touchy feeling
Guess I might just as well call it a career
Last night my tortured mind did wander
Imagined all the Hollywood starlets
Wanted to squeeze me and cover me with kisses
My body was their ultimate target
Now I know I have this amazing physique
Young girlies would really die for
But we all must conduct ourselves with order
There's enough of me to share and more
Long as my heart is able to hold out
My all night stands still apply
The stamina I possess is famous worldwide
Some would love to love like this guy
They're writing books bout my incredible stamina
How I'm able to go on for hours
It all comes down to an oversexed libido
That gives me these extraordinary powers
Seriously thinking of loaning myself out
At five hundred bucks per session
Taking requests by email and by phone
But I must be in bed by eleven
Can't have girlies under my blankets past eleven
Need my beauty sleep every night
To get ready for another day of teaching sex
But whoa, what a great life despite
Back on track with these limericks so silly
Bout kissing and stuff, some cute little fillies
Sure gets my attention
At the very mere mention
Of girlies in bikinis, I get all willy nilly
At times I sit and watch my finger nails grow
Then suddenly something inspires me and away I go
Writing silly stuff
About girlies in the buff
I wind up getting all sweaty and I start to glow
Oh to be young and just starting my journey
Ahead of the game, things all bright and pearly
What could go wrong
We just sang life's song
Cajoling young girlies to join my journey
Believe it or not, I'm running out of limerick stuff
Thought it would last forever, sure thought I had enough
But recently my brain
Is causing me some pain
Too many distractions such as young sweeties in the buff
As usual!!!
© Jack Ellison 2016
Last night my tortured mind did wander
Imagined all the Hollywood starlets
Wanted to squeeze me and cover me with kisses
My body was their ultimate target
Now I know I have this amazing physique
Young girlies would really die for
But we all must conduct ourselves with order
There's enough of me to share and more
Long as my heart is able to hold out
My all night stands still apply
The stamina I possess is famous worldwide
Some would love to love like this guy
They're writing books bout my incredible stamina
How I'm able to go on for hours
It all comes down to an oversexed libido
That gives me these extraordinary powers
Seriously thinking of loaning myself out
At five hundred bucks per session
Taking requests by email and by phone
But I must be in bed by eleven
Can't have girlies under my blankets past eleven
Need my beauty sleep every night
Get ready for another day of teaching sex
But whoa, what a great life despite
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle pernickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
© Jack Ellison 2015
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