The Rich Old Bloke's Squeeze Poem by Francis Duggan

One might say he rescued her from poverty
He is seventy two and she is twenty three
And though her he never could sexually please
She is happy just to be the rich old bloke's squeeze.

She is quite a good looker with shoulder length brown hair
And with the best of the locals she is one to compare
But she will never become a young working man's wife
Who can blame her for wanting far more out of life.

She drives around with him in his new mercedes car
And they are never seen at the Local workers bar
And in the top restaurants they only dine
And at ten dollars a glass drink the best of good wine.

He has found a young beauty for to give him his due
But that money speaks every language happens to be true
There is very little that money can't do
And it even works well for one of seventy two.

With darkish brown hair dye he covers his gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
And he walks with a limp he has arthritic knees
But to the beauty in her twenties he is her old squeeze.