My Geriatric Social Clubs Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Every Monday
come hell or high water
or legal holidays
we play bridge.

Two tables.
Of the eight players
at nearly 79
I am the youngest
while the others
range all the way
past 89.

I also play Shuffleboard.
One chick who is 97
and cute enough I'd use her
as a 2nd girl friend.

And that doesn't count
when I bought my shack
in this retirement compound
from another chick
aged 96.

The one
with the Betty Grable
legs.

That one I might've
even bedded.

Well, maybe years ago.

OK! especially when
she told me she worked
in Hollywood
for umpteen years
doubling
for Betty's famous legs.

And her visage
was not to be pillowed
understand this
any way you want.