Pat the Nonagenarian
No one would guess Pat was over ninety
She'd had pins and tucks, is trim and lively
With implanted bust
Inflated buttocks
She drives men crazy, undeniably.
That is till they get her into the sack
Pat can't raise a smile as her face would crack
Her buttocks and bust
Pop when they are touched
Sadly for Pat no man ever comes back.
26th May 2021
My uncle's got a tiny winky
I'm telling you its truly dinky
So he gulps down blue pills
Which result in big thrills
Poor auntie says he's turned quite kinky!
Now auntie wears a basque and lace thong
From flaccid soon his todger grows long
No quick roll in the hay
They're like rabbits all day -
The effect of two pills is so strong!
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11/23/20
Today I'm celebratin' my final day as an Octogenarian.
Tomorrow I'll join the Fraternity of The Nonagenarian!
The decades have passed so fleet but its been one helluva ride,
And somehow I've managed to survive and taken it all in stride!
Now, 'tis my earnest goal to become a dashin' Centenarian!
(I suppose that could happen should I opt to be a Vegetarian!)
Next time I see my doc I'm gonna ask if he has sufficient clout,
To keep lubricatin' these old bones to ensure that my aim he can bring about!
Simple conversation between the wife and
her husband, both are nonagenarian;
Will you agree with me when I 'll .....
See you've two options. First, with the offer stunned,
can't say what to do with the criterion;
and abide silently; second is ....
I'll go for second option.......not to be shunned,
enjoyed enough, let's take libertarian
approach why to dispute at this stage.....
Probably, like else I'll miss your golden tongued
wisdom which made me disciplinarian;
Maybe but not felt while pillow talk ......
~X~X~X~
I stood at the edge of exhaustion
quietly sipping my cup of palmwine
when I saw Sabri,
frazzled but unyielding in her soft scrubs,
our eyes locked for a brief moment
In her gaze were buckets of hope
Oh! Bijou of destiny!!
maiden of Pointe-Noire!!!
you ignited the embers
She was going to touch me
but I was jolted from reverie
when Uhuru my noisy neighbour
spilled some palmwine on my face
though upset, I licked the sweetness off my lips
with the composure of a fulfilled nonagenarian
and smiled as I saw once again, the torch of our futures
glittering like fire beneath a kettle
Her name, all carved in flames of gold...Kangou!
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