Antoinette Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Antoinette would love to please,
Her tits hang down to touch her knees,
Her pubic hair is sparse and grey,
She fills men's hearts with deep dismay!

Her looks have gone, her breath is bad,
Her sex appeal is very sad,
But once she knew a better day
When she was young and life was gay,

She had a lot of lovers then,
No shortage of good-looking men,
Yet nothing's certain in this life
And I thank the Lord she's not my wife!