Fogey
Now here is a story, it's really quite gory and really quite sad to relate
I dated a fogey who fed me a hoagie; I knew it was only a bait--
Yes he was an old fart and he had a bad heart so I treated him gently you see
For he liked to allude to my going nude and was wont to call me "amie"
So I acted quite rash and slipped out of my sash, exposing my big underbelly
He couldn't care less, he was making a mess, while eating in front of the telly
I had to implore him to call up a quorum of several old farts such as he
But he didn't respond he just belched and yawned and he got up to go for a pee
How rude it seemed. And how very seamed his pecker, it then looked to me
And he gave me a start, when he let out a fart as his seamy old pecker hung free
Contributors: | Randy, F, Nym, Francine. |
Poem finished: | 31st July 2003. |