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As Ron Wilson, my birth name, I began my writing career in short-story, article, and poetry writing, and early publication ranged from multiple markets from FIELD AND STREAM magazine, a prominent Boston Literary Publication called IN-POSSE REVIEW, a regular contributor to Springfield MO News-Leader OVER THE OZARKS, The Sacramento BEE and Weekender. Most of my early writing was as Ron Wilson, but there have also been nearly a dozen pseudonyms, most of whom I have forgotten without looking back in my scrapbook albums.

Today, if you see the names Ron Wilson, Ron Wilson Arbuthnot, Ron Arbuthnot, or Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet, they are all me. My second book of poetry, LOVE POETRY by Vee Bdosa,  was awarded the (coveted) honor of EDITORS CHOICE by the Editors. However, only a few hundred are in existence now as I have stopped publication in order to re-write all of my poetry under my ancestral name of RON ARBUTHNOT. I also have written over 300 songs, and am in the process or doing new recordings of all of them and a lot of audio-video of my selected poetry. Much of it, the early, the new, the good, the better, and the best, can be found at YOUTUBE and searching for Vee Bdosa. More later.

Why Men Get Tired of Okra

Blog Posted by Vee Bdosa: 10/19/2015 2:10:00 PM

    WHY MEN GET TIRED OF OKRA              

  "If you think this was a good show..." Okra Windfree, the talk
        show host, screamed into the microphone, "...then just come back tomorrow
        for Part Two of "Sex After 50!" The audience, all over 45 year old females
        except for the guests, went wild.
       ....... (The next day.) ........
        Fred Mertzley elbowed his way past 14 screaming grandmas to his seat.
        "My name is Fred," he said to the bald guy, holding out his hand.
        "What'd you say?" screamed the bald guy.
        "Fred!"
        "Oh, I'm George. You here for the show?" George said back to Fred.
        "Ok, if those two men up there will shut up we'll get the show
started!" Okra Windfree screamed.
        "Shut up you idiots!" the lady behind them said.
        "Why don't you just leave?" demanded another.
        "Our guest today is Dokter PhD Ves Mon von Tubular from Paris,
France!" Okra Windfree said into the microphone. "Dokter PhD, I don't know
how much over 50 you are, but do you still have sex? Tell us about it."
        "I'm only twenty-seven," said the Dokter.
        "Rough life or too much sex?" shouted George, standing up.
        "Shut up!" said the lady behind him.
        "We'll take questions later," Okra laughed.
        "I have a question!" shouted Fred.
        "Now that looks like an intelligent old guy," said Okra as she
pulled the microphone over some giggling ladies to get to Fred. "How
many times have you had sex today?"
        "That's not my question!" Fred said.
        "I'm glad I'm not married to you!" screamed a lady  across the
room. Everyone broke out in laughter.
        "Ok! " Said Okra Windfree. "Dokter pHD, what do you think this
mans problem is?"
        "He's ugly!" said Dr. pHd.
        "I mean why can't he get it on?" Okra Windfree said. "He is
obviously over 50! So what's his problem?"
        "He's ugly!" shrieked the woman behind him. "Who would want that
face to wake up to!"
        The audience went wild with laughter.
        "Well I'm not having no more sex!" laughed George. "Hey Dokter von
phDee, you come by my house tonight and take care of my wife! It's your
fault she's chasing me all over the house lately! She read your stupid book!"
        "What's your address?" asked the Dokter PeeHd.
        "It has three numbers in it, do you think you can handle that?"
roared George into the microphone.
        "Why don't you write a book about fly tying and leave us retirees
alone! I don't want more sex!" said a guy hiding in the back of the
audience.
        "Say, you're kinda cute," screamed the lady next to him. Everybody
roared with laughter, and the guys face turned red.
        "Well that's all of the time we have today," screamed Okra
Windfree into the mike. "Be sure and watch tomorrow when our guests will
be seventeen retired women who have threw their husbands out and are looking
for teenage roommates!"
        Fred grabbed the microphone and ran onstage, wrapping the cord
around the PhD dokters neck. "We don't want any more sex!" Fred screamed.
"Leave us alone!"
        George jumped onstage and started jumping on Phds leg. "Go back to
France and chase them Mad-amms! Leave our wives alone or take them with
you!"
        "Cut! Cut! Cut!" yelled the stage director.
        "Aw shuckx, just when we was havin a good time!" said Fred.
                     .disolve.



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Date: 10/19/2015 5:33:00 PM
hahaha. This is hilarious!!! Sing this to the tune of "School's Out For the Summer: HEY, DOCTOR, leave the AGED alone!
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