Short Codgers Poems
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The fans of the Brooklyn Dodgers
Once rivaled those of Roy Rogers
But when Trump came on
Those standards were gone
Trigger got stuffed with old codgers
Two old codgers were talking about sex
And ones question popped up next
This Viagra have you tried
For me I can't decide
Mm, that's a hard one,what a subject
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Cranky crusty Codgers
Skeptical scornfully scowls
Youthful yearning Yonkers
Heartful happily howls
Spurned spiteful Spinsters
Graying gracelessly grumbles
Marvelous merry Maidens
Ravenous richly rumbles
Two old codgers in rocking chairs
Half time talking, half time stares
Reminiscing about their life
Integration of peace and strife
Will I now be condescending
Maybe to the point of offending
No, that's not the way it will be
Because one old codger is me!
Why do some of us
Live longer than others
Why do we outlive
Our younger sisters and brothers
Did they die younger
As they had wiser brains
And us old codgers
Needed to remain
This puzzles me
And causes me concern
Maybe we live longer
As we still have much to learn
Some numpty bad mouthed my soup style
I’ve taken a break for a while
But I won't be deterred
From writing about turd
And subjects some others deem vile
I’m producing book number two
It contains some poems on poo
Foul flatus departing
Old codgers rank farting
And my pet hate vile doggy doo!
Every week, my dearest day
is when my buddies and I partake and play
our regular contest of cards.
What's great about codgers and cards
that would make an old duffer's day
and inspire pensioners to play?
I dunno, but I think I will peacefully play
with these jokers, and cut ups, and cards,
and these goofballs till my dying day.
It's our day - time to play cards - goodbye!
Dudley Bee, bounced around through the town. Smelling grand, whiskey wet, no regret. Only pissing on the tree. His remorse, buried deep within, codgers bin, his only sin, he never wanted to be. Dudley fast, when he was asked, How did you come to be? answer buried deep within, Wanting gin, Dudley could never see. Bourbon breath, hiding haunt, Dudley cannot tell, Which hell, had driven him to flee. World taste, bravos hate, Hunted Dudley Bee.
I used to love People Magazine
Which may be why I am still getting it
Delivered to my house thirty years later
I stare at the strangers on the cover
Flip through pages about people I do not know
I want a specialized magazine
We will call it Old People Magazine
It will feature people I know
Cher, Tina Turner, Eddie Murphy
But if we named it Old People Magazine
Would I be the only subscriber?
Probably.
Better name it
Sassy Seasoned Stars
or Crones and Codgers