John Thorkild Ellison

(17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Left On The Shelf


I'm looking for love but it's getting late,
I know I'm well past my sell-by date,
All I can offer is warmth and affection,
Hoping my failings will escape your detection! !

If you're dreaming of meeting Sylvester Stallone
Or 007 or some he-man clone
Or perhaps Johnny Depp or a filmstar hero,
Then I have to confess that my chances are zero! !

Consider me more as a cuddly bear
(You can laugh if you like but I don't care!)
I fully admit I'm past my best
Although I do have secrets that nobody's guessed.

The days of my youth have long since flown
And gentleness replaces testosterone,
If you want a companion then I'm just the ticket
But to pretend more than that just wouldn't be cricket! !

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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