Sex In The City Poem by gershon hepner

Martinis, cosmos, four-inch heeled Manolos,
no longer catch our fancy, it’s a pity;
and for four women who contended nolos
become the pleas. There’s still sex in the city,
but we don’t care to have it with the ladies
who took our fancy when a little younger.
The forties takes you half way to the eighties,
and aren’t a decade where you want to monger
unless the forties deadline you have past,
without for younger women sex appeal,
when old becomes the lot that you’ve been cast,
to play a role that’s ultimately real.

Anticipating the “Sex in the City” movie Sophia Banay in the Huffington Post writes:

Even if appetite for the story line doesn’t get old and tired, however, the characters will. In the movie, Carrie can’t manage to text message. Samantha celebrates her 50th birthday. But as long as the ladies remain cash cows, it seems they won’t be retiring anytime soon.

5/27/08