Poised for a thrill,
so I pay – hiring a fit youngster;
she’s a moral burden
but I don’t mind so long as
I find a place to do our deed.
Weekends we’re out of town,
she brings delights into my life
I did not have in married nights
making me question what I saw
in my early years – my now stale mate.
She is my on-call,
who warms things up under the cover;
with such lass to tend to me,
I shall grow old DIS-gracefully!
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