I Try hard to compete
With younger glamour gals
When all the men I meet
Say "let's all just be pals"
Yet I have that certain something
That just can't be defined
It transcends all those sexy chicks
That they have wined and dined

My doorbell keeps on ringing
I get flowers by the score
From men who come by every night
A'knocking on my door
They never get enough
Of my particular brand of love
My talents are legendary
(Thank you God above!)

Sometimes I take on four or five
(There's never only one)
You should see their eyes light up
When I announce
"The lasagna's almost done!"

Thats cute...

Makes ya think, huh?

lol...like that

Thnx, I loke some of my writings to send you in one direction then , screeeech, It so not what you think...funnnn

well smiles....it works

i'll take an order to go
delivery please

I think you need to re read, you come to MY door, lol

Very good