For There's Life In The Old Girl Yet

With a groan and a moan
She rose from the lounge
And shuffled to the kitchen
She wriggled her butt back n forth
For to elicit a response
She gummed a smile
As she licked her lips
And said 'hello big boy'
I shook with fright
She was a hundred and eight
And I ran to find some cover
For there's life in the old girl yet
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Posted: Dec 2011

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Comments (2)

cafetwo2010
That's what I'm talkin' about Steve! You must have run into the old hag at the airport..grin I told her you'd probably be hangin' out there.thumbs up wine
steve1223
Thanks cafetwo2010...now I know who to blame...she was muttering your name as she was shuffling after me with saliva spraying everywhere...got to run I think I hear her coming

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