Old Age And Pleasure Poem by Phil Soar

The urge to masturbate, of late,
Has left me in a tither,
These days, I'd rather contemplate,
A stroll down by the river,
Though it might take just seconds
To find pleasure on my own,
The world outside just beckons,
And my urge is just to roam,
My age has now caught up with me,
Although that shouldn't matter,
However, I would rather be,
Outside, to have a natter,
So maybe whilst my mind allows,
I'll spend my time orating,
I guess I'd raise a few eyebrows,
If someone caught me masturbating! .