Will he notice my double chin?
I haven’t told him my age oh what a sin
Will he check my passport for my date of birth?
Or, shall I tell him regardless of age I have some worth
My grey hair may give me away
No time to dye it – what will he say
My saggy bum has fallen beyond repair
Oh Sod it if he doesn’t like it he can go elsewhere
We met some time back and got on well
He didn’t ask my age, that’s pretty swell
I defy science with my looks I am told
If only he knew I’m really very old
Wrinkles are showing in the morning light
If he stays over he will get such a fright
My hands are a give- away Oh the ravages of time
They resemble a train track I’m sure they’re not mine
Our date tonight is exciting and scary
I’m just in the fridge making a Bloody Mary
I’m drunk now and feeling quite woozy
Maybe I’ll invite him into my Jacuzzi
He’s here now I have to go
I’ll try to take things very slow
If he heads for the hills when he knows our age is no match
His loss, as I am a very good catch!


2 comments on “Toyboy

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    I like the twinkle in your eye! It shows the spark is very much there. Honestly, your poem made me smile. 😀

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