Heart Attack

He loved the
shape of her Back,
too much excitement
might give him a Heart Attack.

He would
not quit,
when his Pacemaker
might feel the strain a bit.

Longing to explore
her shapely Ass,
even though he'd had
a Quadruple Bypass.

Remembering the
feeling,
that back in the day
he could shoot close enough to the Ceiling.

Many a fine Tune
has been played on an old Fiddle,
how he still had so much energy
was a complete and utter Riddle.

The Lady had
her Phone at the ready,
and told him to hold it
steady.

There would be
a sigh of relief when he was done,
as she had no wish
to dial 911.

Afterwards he pulled
out a Comb,
fixed his Hair
said thanks and headed for the Retirement Home.

He knew his way
down a Track,
with a grin on his Face thinking
at least he didn't have another Heart Attack.