Went to the party
last night.
Sat in a corner
drinking whiskey,
too old to be frisky,
to dance and prance,
glance sideways at talent.
It's a balancing act now
I've had a stroke.
I just joke about it.
My affliction, I mean.
I'm still keen on the opposite
sex, but it vexs me
there's no close contact
when couples dance anymore.
If there was
I'd take a chance myself.
Instead, I'm drunk
in charge
of a walking stick.
Sally Plumb
Sally Plumb Plumb
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