Went to the party
last night.
Sat in a corner
drinking whiskey,
too old to be frisky,
to dance and prance,
glance sideways at talent.
It's a balancing act now
I've had a stroke.
I just joke about it.
My affliction, I mean.
I'm still keen on the opposite
sex, but it vexs me
there's no close contact
when couples dance anymore.
If there was
I'd take a chance myself.
Instead, I'm drunk
in charge
of a walking stick.
Sally Plumb
Sally- really enjoyed this- we got to laugh and go on-a 10 for your frankness- thanks for your comments Joe
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how can i write a funny comment about this? rats! but i'll try! Use That Stick Use that stick to good advantage, Sally. Stick the stick in the next man's crotch. Not too hard, granted, and he might rally... to sit with you and bring his good Scotch. Once you BOTH are really good and tipsy, whisper in his ear I'll be yours tonight. If you can make it to the bed (not too tripsy) , YOU could end up squealing Out of Sight! - - - - - - - - - - - - - maybe i won't submit that one, but i'm very glad you submitted yours. give me more! poems that is. :) bri
Thanks for your poetic reply. Much appreciated. Sally