What do old poets have for lunch?

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Lunchtime at the Old Poets Home


by TD Euwaite





TD: The pathways end in near us now…


Elaine: Put a sock in it, you friggin’ old coot!


Marguerite: What are those two going on about now?


Nurse Spitfire: Never mind them, Margie, it’s lunchtime.


Marguerite: Are we having puree of Corned Beef on Rye?


Nurse Spitfire: Yes, Dear.


TD: The green has gone from our wood.


Elaine: Your wood ain’t been green since 2015!


Nurse Spitfire: Hush, you two.


Dondi: Let them go. It’s like having a matinee show with lunch.





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What do old poets have for lunch?
Tears are literally streaming down my face. Now, for the last time, what's a HENCH!!!!?
Reply:LOL...no, really, LOL That's just too funny and I wish I could start every day with tears of laughter. How do you come up with this stuff. "Elaine: Your wood ain't been green since 2015!" hehehe. Thanks TD, that was fun.
Reply:Dinner and a show,


Here we go --


Pureéd prurient pondering.


Flesh willing but mind wandering.


Call for nurse Ratchett,


Lobotomy is best.


Senility, you can catch it


Flying oe'r the cuckoo's nest.
Reply:What of an enamel cup of oriental tea and two-day old apple (after writing up a thousand words with the imagery of apple). Or something less eccentric - a doughnut.
Reply:I thought this to be an old ode, but instead got slammed with pureed corned beef! lol Mechanized food, such appetizing thoughts! Very funny.
Reply:Classic...........Definitely a Classic!!!





Thanks for the short skit....It's Hilarious!!!
Reply:I like to have young poets for lunch.
Reply:LOL - you are so funny TD. Puree of corned beef on rye - too much!
Reply:Can you puree some sauerkraut too?

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