Head over to A Clown on Fire and help me crush the competition in this post I wrote for Clown’s blogging duel against Edward Hotspur. Yeah, I handed his ass to him. Did you expect any less?
Head over to A Clown on Fire and help me crush the competition in this post I wrote for Clown’s blogging duel against Edward Hotspur. Yeah, I handed his ass to him. Did you expect any less?
Was Le Clown worried he would be outwitted?
No, he just hired Jen because he omitted.
Jen spoke of bedroom horrors and fright,
While we all looked on with much delight.
These are the days of our life, in lieu
The elderly are willing to sex it up with you.
When we grow old and hope not to die
We’ll spin yarns, crochet and hold our legs up high.
Screaming and moaning names at random,
Alzheimer’s makes us forget the sexual phantom.
The next night in the retirement home,
another old man and his wrinkly gnome.
The senior lady walks through the door,
Her tits are dragging, polishing the floor.
The toothless smile, the toothless grin,
The dance of the sandpaper tongue kissin’
Viagra spiked prune juice flows from the fountain
The community room, a bare flesh mountain.
Do we blame Jen or do we blame Le Clown?
Because today our smile is turned upside-down.
Mental images of things that cannot be undone,
As we picture our grandparents having their bedroom fun.
(PS. Great post Jen!!!)
I can’t even tell you how much I love this. Seriously…amazing.
Glad you enjoyed it.
I read the post and am now a follower. You had me at “Scooter Cooter”
🙂
Glad to have you as a Hooked on Tonic!
I’m liking here and over at Le Clown’s place you crazy, funny lady. 😀
Thanks Brigitte! I’m glad my insanity is appreciated. I’ll take it where I can get it.
Oh MY GOODNESS! You should win! haha 🙂
I imagined you saying that, and then giggling in your, “I can’t believe she just said that” tone. I love that. Thanks for showing this post love, Katy 🙂