brown eyed crone
the thing about grey hair is u join a club instantly and u are not
a joiner of clubs while u might still be a brown eyed girl no one
really cares what colour your hair when balling u behind a stadium
(silverlining of cronehood)
u are now someone who isn’t just called m’am but goodlookin cougar (ouchhhh)
by wayward men in alleyways said men siddle up +through toothless
smiles ask if they might drool on your fadingstarlight sure why not?
this transformation also leads to being slipped the answer by
hungry sailors +players hopefully pre 65 but back when u were
25 there was a charlatan with a chicken to pet around every corner
good example: a biz acquaintance of a bro with 2 planes hounded u
for a date back in ’83 he was gnomish with zillions he said: a woman
like you i’d take to the opera in Prague! (send a chopper now)
i fled from the sad breakfast he’d prepared +rheumy fingers
touching thighs joe joe u still alive?