[Douglas G. Brown]

She had turned seventeen, and was Homecoming Queen;
Athletic, and sweetly beguiling.
He was triple her age, both a wit and a sage;
A gentleman, pleasantly smiling.

Endowed like a horse, he was eager, of course;
So, right away after their wedding,
In bed they'd be lying, romanticaly trying
(And pretty soon, wore out the bedding).

It's her forty-fifth year, and her innermost fear -
That his lust for her body is dying -
He denies, but her ears disbelieve what they hear;
And she knows that he simply is lying.

As she lies in repose, she undoubtedly knows
That Thanatos soon will come Reaping.
But until then she'll lie with her withered old guy,
Where they now share their bed just for sleeping.