There Was An Old Man In His Eighties (Limerick) - Poem by Dennis Lambert
There was an old man in his eighties
Who desired to love younger ladies.
He puffed and he panted,
Yet they were enchanted
'Cause they had his wallet as he headed for Hades.
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