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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Soft Porn Phantom


Poetry Jam.. 3WW ..Dverse


Rictameter

              flaccid
           symptom of age
          no longer still agile
    fantasising about rock chicks
desperately trying to keep things erect
    give it up grandpa it's too late
       accept your advanced age
             it's part of life
                 flaccid
       

43 comments:

  1. ouch. not looking forward to that day, just saying. ha

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  2. grins....there will be compensations I expect.

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  3. Chuckling so well put .............

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  4. Nothing flaccid about your rictameter ~~~ loved it!

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  5. Oh my, one of those sad truths. (And some of those women are carrying around a lot of upper body weight--they will get to flaccid too!

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    1. I could help...I have warm hands.

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    2. I do not think Peggy wishes to know that Sancho!

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  6. Sniff. The truth hurts but is still the truth. That's why Grandpas are dreamers. Mind you, he can afford better dreams than me.

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    1. Any more of this boohooing and bleeding heart stuff and you'll be sent to a boot camp in Kununurra .

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    2. Oh. Right. Sorry. (Memo to self: buck up, you sook.)

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  7. Maybe he's just cold. Seems to a an 'eight bunny night'.

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    1. Those sweet buxomed lassies are being very kind to an old man. It has nothing to do with his millions!

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  8. Bwa-ha-ha. Great title, too. It's sad, really, how he's no doubt being mined for his money.

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  9. Looks like there's a 'bulge' there to me.

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    1. Padded codpieces are making a comeback. Your eyes should not be focussed in that direction anyway...too much contact with satans jojo.
      Flagellation by bunny girls for your penance.

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    2. That may be a temptation too far ...

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  10. I even thought he looked a sad creature when he was younger. I wonder whether he thinks that somewhere along the line he has missed out on real life?

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    1. You could write to him and ask or better still write a poem about it:)

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  11. You've got to stop. You make my stomach hurt. :-)

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  12. When I saw the words at 3WW I could only imagine what would be written! You did not disappoint!

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  13. Thom chooses good words doesn't he:)

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  14. ...aww, don't ya dare... hihi... i think the more you age... the harder you rock... lol... smiles...

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  15. You know ..sometimes I wonder what planet you inhabit Kelvin!

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  16. Do not go soft into that good night,
    Old age should rock and rave 'til end of day;
    Rage, rage against limply not achieving height .

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    1. Hope you are listening to your own advice Doddles:)

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  17. omg!! Hahahaha....Brilliant! Take a bow...

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  18. I notice a good of ladies seem to find this poem's subject matter amusing. Do you not realise the fear the word 'flaccid' generates in men of a certain age? A little more empathy would be in order, I think!

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  19. It is one of the proofs of the existence of a Just God or Eve's revenge on Adam for giving her such bad press. Lighten up Doddles Abraham had children when he was really old so a saintly spritely lad like yourself with all your celestial connections has nothing to worry about:)You have been very serious of late...it's summer time over there...make hay while the sun shines:)

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