Treasure Island

Joe Rosochacki


A 107 Year-Old ‘Cougar’?


Wok Kundor is on the prowl again,
For the 23rd time.
This ‘cougar’ has out lived 22 husbands,
- give or take a few deaths, divorces and a husband in drug rehab.
Wok is keeping her eye out for a 50 year old man.
'My intention to remarry is to fill my forlornness, '
- particularly during the Muslim month of fasting, Ramadan.
She added,
'I realize that I am an aged woman.
I don't have the body nor am I a young woman who can attract anyone.'
Her average marriage lasted about 4 years she said.
Variety is the spice of life but she had put it to the extreme.
But in any event,
-she is likely to have more men than in an Elizabeth Taylor’s dream.

9-16-09

Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2009

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