Friday, March 10, 2017
Wild Woman Busts a Move
I picked my mate
just short of the pearly gates.
In the nursing home so grim,
who'd have thought
I'd find HIM!
Our walkers clashed
with a crash
as we sprinted through the gloom.
We arched speculative eyebrows:
did we want to Get a Room?
It was tricky;
life can be - in a word - rather sticky.
Temporarily off our rockers,
hastily we parked our walkers.
Hobbling our eager asses,
we put our teeth in glasses.
(Is this endearing or revolting?)
Easy, fellow! (he was bolting).
All the buttons, oh, the zipper!
We began to hasten quicker
before the thought diminished.
Oh, are we already finished?
Luckily the lights were dim
and our intentions focused, grim.
We emerged smiling from the fray
and he skittered fast away.
As he looked like all the others
out from underneath the covers,
when it came from push to shove,
(I never had a velvet glove),
sadly, I misplaced My Perfect Love
- oh wretch! oh pounding Gloom! -
somewhere in the common dining room.
LOL. Magaly made me do it. Her hilarious prompt at Real Toads is to take one of the outlandish titles offered and write a poem or story about it in 313 words or less. So my mind Went There prompted by the title "Dating for Under a Dollar: 301 Ideas" by Blair Tolman.