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Reaping short terms benefits...

before marital savings bond matured
as a then quinquagenarian.

Courtesy gerontologists medical practitioners
allowing, enabling, and providing
the elderly population to live
longer and healthier lives.

Linkedin with longevity loosely translates
to resurgent libido spurring
older folks predilection
to participate in sexual intimacy.

The downside (if such be the proper word)
regarding senior citizens
becoming or remaining flush
with embodied physical attraction
Gerontophilia barely alive
as buzzfeeding colloquialism,
nevertheless advertently, intermittently,
and unwittingly received
jump/kick starting excitement


here at Highland Manor,
especially scooter bound population
looking to spice her/his life
courtesy young stud or hottie
(stepping out pages of some
sexy glamourous magazine)
secretly strategizing how to entice
lure, and understand \"grandma\"
or \"grandpa\" as ideal bed fellow.

An old geezer like yours truly,
would roll out his Scottish welcome mat
(comprised of Harris tweed material)
readily and willingly
welcoming respite from
a young gal responsive
to such juvenile, trashy,
material devoid of absolute zero
with neither, pride and prejudice
apropos of maturity,
sense and sensibility,
nor wit and wisdom
as the following banal folderol
nominal representative sample exemplifies
what he frequently posted
on the fledgling Internet
back during the heyday


of electronic chat rooms.

COMPAQ PRESARIO

desktop (little tower - revolutionary
computer back in 1999 -)

chugged along (think the engine that could
exhaustively repeating the mantra
\"I think I can, I think I can\"
in order to facilitate
wheels that go round n around
like a twirling clown

or a psychedelic school bus

 

while painted ponies go up and down...
optimally operating like well greased levers
to reverse a frown
analogous to gingerbread man
happy as a clam
satisfactorily baked to perfection
a colorful character uniformly imbrown

similar to persons of color

found within outer limits

along edge of night

of twilight zone in the heart of motown.

 

No harem meant by the following
excerpts amalgamated, doctored, hewn,
linkedin, and sanitized version from outdated
prefabricated plundered digital broadcasts
talentless dearth as profundity
and/or qualifying as reasonable rhyme,
I do forthrightly bewail
paucity of thought provoking perspective
dill liver rd by Clyde S Dale

whimsical wordy zesty email

 

nothing ventured equates
to no gain nor any cause to fail
searching far and wide
for something akin to a holy grail
in the guise of a femme fatale

wherever she may hale

even if my search
finds me ferreting out jail
masterfully baited ...ha...ha...hmm...

this steely irony male

 

merely Joe King riddler,

one lone ranger high
in his blazing saddle
exclaiming \"Hi-yo Silver\"

cuz tis a violation of pure innocence

to snatch Vestal Virgin
before age of consent,
and also ill eagle,
whar rum may n daze existence

locked behind iron rail

 

bars with razor wire

in n attempt to scale

the bulwarks n escape -

bush whacking a trail

only to return to bedlam
and discover vis-à-vis

a  perspicacious wife
who did bemoan and wail
yours truly his indiscretion.


Fingers property handsome beau
thrum while poetic feet quiver
like fingers on a taut bow
with anticipation to hear soft
sure footed white or black crow

sitting on telephone wire talons didst flow

and crackle with electricity

thru wired connection
courtesy smooth bore little arquebus
and spindleshanks characterized bozo
weird friendship can grow
like a super fresh field
viz organic olive garden
of eat\'n plump with organic food

betwixt yar thatch n my lil hoe

property of common Joe


fully cognizant and in the know
scheming to experience
whet dreams are made
analogous to tightly, lovingly, and
exquisitely fit together
game pieces manufactured by lego
finished product resembling mistletoe
illicit affair indubitably,
ineluctably, invariably causing woe.

 

After primal desire fired away

I returned home

to the missus without delay

the scorned wife mine hide she did flay
when divorce sought, she did nay say.