Quality not Quantity for MY Lady Irene

When I was young and in my prime
I could make love at any time
But now I ‘m growing old and weak
I only manage twice a week.

My lady’s not as old as me
but she accepts quite readily
My thrusting days of youth are gone
although the urge still lingers on.

She knows I do the best I can
like any other loving man.
She says it’s quite sufficient
that she is happy and content

and so am I to tell the truth.
I lack the energy of youth.
To me a source of manly pride
to know my Lady’s satisfied.

My lady’s always telling me
There is no reason she can see
to doubt my capability.
Whilst she is smiling wickedly.

3-Feb-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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