He had to write his wife a note.
He could not speak without much pain.
Oh,damn,he’s got a bug again!
Mary made him lemon tea.
He listened to the BBC.
He read the Guardian front to back,
Did Su doku,called the quack!
This is Dr Browne right here,
but only gurgles could he hear!
He drove straight round to visit Stan,
He felt concern for this old man!
Stan was lying in the hall.
Dr.Browne asked,Did you fall?
No,said Stan,I hate my bed.
I thought I’d lie down here instead.
It may be draughty,never mind.
Dr Browne is very kind.
What about this long settee?
It looks quite like a bed to me.
I hope you are not feeling gay!
Oh,my God.What did you say?
I mean it seems a trifle odd
I wonder if you love me, Stan?
Stan said,Doctor you’re a man!
I only love the sweeter sex!
Dr Browne looked very vexed.
You are gay.,Oh,zut alors!
Yes,but I am very chaste.
I never go below the waist.
So you just hold hands and kiss?
Yes,my man,it’s utter bliss.
I find them mainly on E-bay!
I place small adverts in the Times.
I joined a club for tasting wines.
Some I meet by chance alone.
Can’t you settle on just one?
I feel that lifestyle can’t go on.
You do not lead a saintly life!
Oh,Mary is not keen on sex,
Once our Lyra had been born,
She treated me with utter scorn!
I went next door to ask for jam.
Do you think that was a sin?
He gave Stan‘s arm a little nudge.
Don’t you want a tiny hug?
Who knows,it may scare off that bug!
I assure you it was completely chaste.
Stan went off to make hot drinks
While Dr Browne admired his Quinks.
Do you use a fountain pen?
I use my Shaeffer now and then.
I got it when I went to college.
Through that pen has passed much knowledge.
But now my mind has gone quite blank.
I’d like to be completely frank.
Was my learning utter waste?
Not at all,it kept you chaste.
While you had your head in books,
It kept attention from your looks.
But now you’re empty,Je t’adore.
With that he made for Stan’s front door.
He called to Emile:Oh,what is it?
Even though I’m 93
All I meet want to love me!