Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

That Daily Occurrence No More


Once physically agile
I assumed I would always be
But now I’m physically fragile
What the hell’s happened to me? !

Daily sex, a happy occurrence
Ask thousands of damsels of yore
Now age is my sexual deterrence
That daily occurrence no more

Whoever thought what I’d have in store
Was that daily occurrence no more
That daily occurrence no more, no more
That daily occurrence no more

I didn’t mean to lead you astray
And have you think I am sad
Sex, albeit, every other day
After all isn’t so bad

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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  • Ernestine Northover (5/13/2007 11:42:00 AM)

    Hilarious Stanley. There's life in the old dog yet! ! ! ! Well parts of him anyway! ! ! !
    Great write.
    Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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