THIS DIRTY OLD MAN
Don't know if you heard,I like having fun with words.
It's a strange thing to see,
The innuendos are in me.
When my girl wanted me,
Out of our upstairs bedroom.
Because her friends were there.
She asked me, "Are you going down?"
I replied, " Yes of course but on whom ".
I really can't help it, I believe.
It's because the Devil is in me.
Last year I asked how old I am,
The wife looks at me and says "69".
I replied "not now woman,
I just want to know how old I am".
My carol never gets upset,
At the humour she doesn't understand.
She just takes it in her stride,
Being married to a dirty old man.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-09-08 at 00:13
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