BEASTLY TALES

ANCIENT-BUT-NOT-DEAD

“My van has a wheel-chair lift,”
“We can go out together, if you get my drift!”
To make Whoopie where-ever we are.
So much more useful, than just a car.
So said Rodrigo Gomez, that lothario rake,
Yes that “Showboat” of this Care Facility, spake,
That libertine was talking to Thelma Petite,
A dainty old lady, with rather large feet.

“Thelma, my Senora exquisite,”
“Let us plan an outing, an unusual visit.”
“We’ll go in my van to that beach up north.”
“Taking a picnic, so on, and so forth.”
“There we’ll while away the time,”
“Gazing into each others eyes, how sublime.”
And that is precisely what they did do,
Their amorous recollections to pursue.

Back at base, their retirement home,
It was time for dinner, the cookery tome.
But the menu, of course, was not very extensive.
How could it be, when residential fees were so inexpensive.
Thelma had an electric wheel chair.
Rodrigo couldn’t catch her, pulled out his hair.
He possessed a Mobility scooter,
Rather racy, with a loud hooter.
Together they would race around the block,
Giving pedestrians a significant shock!
Rodrigo would take a flask of something strong and sweet.
They raced down the side-walk, on their wheels they were fleet!
“CARPE DIEM” seize the day,
This is what they would so often say.
The other thing they might think, on the side of sorry.
Is that old Latin term “MEMENTO MORI!”