Gay Seniors social group

With Colin, two Philips and more,

Here’s Bill and Clive at the door,

Plus Simon and Paul, 

Ron, Mike…. Is that all?

Heroes I’ve grown to adore.

We seniors shunned in a bar

By youth who sneer from afar:

Time flies, and those twinks

Have finished their drinks

And know they’ve become who we are.

When seniors read Cinderella

(With Colin a most Charming fella)

Fuck the male strippers,

Let’s wear glass slippers,

Sit for a portrait by Kneller!

One day online I met Sam,

Hot as fuck, hung as god-damn.

He says he’s in love!

Oh heavens above,

What bliss! — oh fuck, it’s a scam.

People of Stratford, beware!

Lock up your dads, say a prayer.

Gay senior men

Are meeting again.

If we offend, we don’t care.

Living alone is a plus:

No one to bother or fuss.

When red wine’s my med

I take to my bed

And dodge the proverbial bus.

Fabulous filth:

My friend has a wonderful butt,

Open all day, never shut.

For rimming it’s fine,

For fucking, divine —

With room for hundreds to nut.

Posh boy who ate a Madras,

Later feared for his arse.

He cried, “It’s burning!

Diarrhoea’s churning!

No more fucking for me, alas.”

Hickory dickory dock

A mouse ran up a big cock.

In precum he stuck

And squeaked, “Help me! Fuck!”

Then, bathed in cum, died of shock.

Prostate cancer treatment:

Side effects? Moobs and ED,

Tena pads yellow with pee; 

Broken dreams, despair,

My lost body hair:

Frankly I’m no longer me.

Dry orgasm — myths to debunk:

“Sex is so good without spunk.”

“Cumming feels the same.”

“There’s no need for shame.”

No wonder the bottles I’ve sunk.

Groaning and clutching one’s gut;

Bleeding (let’s hope it stays shut).

Radiation proctitis

Totally blights us:

Not just a pain in the butt.

Wanking a limp cock is sad

And not much joy to be had.

But shockwaves, a pump,

And porn where men hump:

Sometimes it’s really not bad.

Not fucked or fucking, I fear,

But for love, loving, I’m here.

Why don’t you exist

To kiss and be kissed, 

Gentle man yet to appear?