BEASTLY TALES

GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY

Amazing! Great Aunt Gladioli, at 87, doesn’t need glasses,
Perfectly capable of discouraging amorous passes,
And, yes, she drinks straight from the bottle,
Whatever her beverage, a bottle she’ll throttle.
A lady with a most discerning eye,
At the gym every week, my, how time does fly!
Now Uncle Walter was a spry 86!
Fit as a fiddle, jumping with pogo sticks,
There he goes, off down the street,
Perchance, Great Aunt Gladioli he’ll meet!
And there she was, proper and prim!
Uncle Walter, many thoughts did skim,
Lecherous thoughts, for one his age!
Oh Dear! Uncle Walters’ off on another rampage!

Uncle Walter had been eyeing Aunt Glad at the gym,
He thought, although older, she was just right for him.
“Dear Lady, with me, would you step out?”
“I’m fit as a fiddle, debilitations of age I do flout.”
They made a date, when out they would go,
Mode of transport? Shiny sticks Pogo.
That most important day did arrive,
Walter was taking her to a Jazz club to jive.
“I like jive music,” he did explain.
“I could dance fast lively jazz, again and again.”
And so they set off, at a quarter to six,
Each one of them deftly handling their Pogo sticks!