“NO NIP, NO TUCK“
Grey speckled crown
Brown spotted wrinkles
Beak, ever-growing
Turkey neck warbling
Underarms wafting
Midriff creeping
Feet expanding
And all the time, ears sagging
Under the weight of moaning old friends.
And then, one evening
A bright and shiny young thing
In a night club filled with the music of Thelonius Monk
Discovers in you
With her sparkling and delighted eyes
A rare creature
An exotic specimen
The survivor of a dwindling tribe
A treasure.
