Retirement has finally come,
For Bob and Betty the apple and plum,
What will they do with all the time?
The bank is filled with nickel and dime.
Crash! A heart attack kills Bob dead,
At the funeral they recall when wed,
Betty must be so sad says one,
But they did not know about her fun,
For 45 years she had to wait,
But now free with money as bait,
She calls up the gigalo men,
Corraling them toward the bedroom pen,
Finally alone, finally free,
She finds purchase once,
She can be horny.


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