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SENIOR EARS

Children yakking screeching in the park,

I used to hate it grating my youngish ear.

HiFi stereo booming hellishly blaring

I would for hours sit and resolutely hear.

Now my deafened ears and aged heart

Delight in children’s laughs and shrieks.

My pricey audio gear I never go near.

 

MALRHYMER DISEASE

At 86 I confess I suffer a particularly pernicious form

Of senile dementia, the dreaded Alzheimer,

An anomalous form of it, mercifully not the norm.

I’m an obsessively dreadfully foul old rhymer.

 

SNOMED CODE 110478008

In search of a Medicare diagnosis

For my asthenia, cachexia, and kyphosis

I resort to that most effective of all modalities:

The mirror.  Hmm... Age-related maladies.

 

EULOGY FOR A PLATYSMA

In old age when my memory lapses

And everything else collapses,

Gone is every shred of charisma.

Worst of all, the collapse of my platysma.

 

FOR MY FRIEND WARREN L. JOHNS ON OUR TURNING 80

The Birthday Boys of nineteen twenty nine,

Warren L. Johns and S. Wesley Kime,

Invite you witness their great conversion

From youth to Octogenarian.

 

A conjoined bash for two old geezers,

Come and see two candle-challenged wheezers,

Once handsome and promising youth

Now the both just long of tooth.

 

Excessive ear wax, Ex-lax, Ducolax and Flomax;

Atheromatous plaques, dewlaps lax;

Memory out of whack, how to whack estate tax --

These are now our main remaining facts.

 

We're the boys of twenty nine, still on stage, still on,

The double Ws, W Kime and W Johns,

At dentures, toupees, canes and walkers scoff.

Hey, you little whippersnappers, don't wave us off.

 

B.D. RHYME FOR AN OLD GEEZER

I do deny that Shelly is my muse.

Ogden Nash, he surely is, forsoothz,

So your BD is the seventy-fifth,

Got to be to rhyme with plinth,

Your rightful, honored throne,

Not a coffin dead to apps and i-phone.

 

NOW I'LL BLOW THE CANDLES OUT

Today I hereby duly celebrate

That my father was no celibate.