He's got a knee that
gives him jip, and
his hips are worn away;
his eyes are rheumy,
his hearings bad,
his teeth gleam white
and don't quite fit and
he sometimes wees a
bit before he should.
In other words, at 88
he's well and truly past it.
Yet in that head
without much hair
and ears that look
like dough that's stretched
a fire of desire leaps to life
at the sight of a shapely breast.
Poor old sod!
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