Eroscillator Poem by gershon hepner

If your girl friend’s getting old,
and not frigid though you’re cold,
and she says you’ve got to mate her,
get her an eroscillator.
It is guaranteed to take
care of her while she’s awake,
and allow you fast to creep
out of bed and go to sleep,
while she’s stimulating part
of her body like a tart
who’s no longer hot for boys,
but for senior bedroom toys.
How I wish there were a senior
toy for when I’m being weenier
than my lady thinks I ought
to be when in the mood to court.