[Roger Slater]

Brad's in the pits
and Russel don't crow
since each man admits
what all women know,

that though they command some
good looks and great fame,
yours truly's so handsome
I put them to shame.

[Seree Zohar]

I’m fine with my hair graying. At least it’s staying curly.
I don’t yet wear a cardigan in summer. And I don’t need to go to bed early.
No, they WON'T risk laserng my myopia. Yes, I’m ENTITLED to a mamograph - free.
And I’m ok with gravity doing as it does to eyelids, breasts and cheeks.
Then, yesterday, I found a dress I sewed when I was twentyfive,
of narrow world, obligation-free, career-intent, but long since then I've
raised my brood; that time-span doubled now, this thought gives me no rest:
When did one hip decide to move so !^%$* far out west?

[Lightning Bug]

Win a Date with LIGHTNING BUG!!

If you should with Bugsy appoint
a blind date to some swinging joint,
envision your plan's
to meet Dennis Franz,
then maybe he won't disappoint.

[Roger Slater]

Me?

Six foot four with baby blues
(in tinted contacts and elevator shoes),

a mane of hair that's still not gray
(for who would wear a gray toupee?),

and bright teeth flashing through my lips
(thanks to caps and whitening strips),

I am the height of elegance
(for anyone who's blind or squints).

[Jason Kerr]

Roger,

Do you really want that much punctuation? I say scrap those parentheticals baby!

Jason

[Roger Slater]

(I disagree).

[Lightning Bug]

I have to agree with Roger. Sorry, Jason.

(Well, maybe he could leave off the last one).

[Tim Murphy]

What fun!

Some say though my speech is surer
I look very much like George Will,
but I'm orders of magnitude poorer
and much less over-the-hill.


[This message has been edited by Tim Murphy (edited June 30, 2006).]

[Carol Taylor]

You've seen before and after shots
for hair loss, cellulite, and zits,
facelifts, diets, liver spots,
dye jobs, tooth jobs, brand new tits.

Picture After: blonde, size four.
Now picture me. I'm still Before.

Carol

[Mark Allinson]

Six foot one with a shiny dome
since the hair migrated to the chin;
almost as old as a Rolling Stone
but poorer and not as thin.