I flirt with women, girls;
Any who cross my path.
It’s fun, has a history.
This a spoiler alert:
At fifty I was a dirty old man:
Halfway through my
Octogenarianship
I’m a harmless old coot
Paying a lovely lady a complement…
It’s a flirt,
And once in a while…
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2026 18:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Rhymes nil. line lengths random. Just the truth.
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