hinges creaky

lock long rusty

paint a-peeling and vaguely musty

swinging days gone

these days shut fast

seems years since I last had a blast

footsteps on stairs,

sapling lingers

turns my knob with leafy fingers

I stay rigid

want her naughty

instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40

sap linament

for ancient joints

soothing salve an oaken so...

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I remember beds with springs,

women ever soft, even petite,

love-making was a noisy affair

neighbours would have a treat

svelte then women did seem

slender was the salient word

they slipped out of their shifts

took time to get them stirred

first you snuggled to get warm

well before gas central heating

when you got into your rhythm

a thin mattress took a b...

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