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MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
Contributed by
lovingcritters
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Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 06:54:24 AM in AEST
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Dear Mr. Turkel,
I don't care how much poetry you've read!
Also, go ahead, calculate in your head!
You can say we ladies are frisky,
But remember this, usually after 50,
it's simply, not as risky!
My neighbor Myrtle calls herself,
"Myrtle The Fertile Turtle"
She has children seven....
Her age is six times eleven.
Same as me!
The man across the street
is blind and can not take the heat.
At night he paints his house, with club feet.
Always keeps everything nice and neat!
His little wife is carrying number 11.
He has all girls because he says,
"He can't see what he's doing.....
without the sun!"
His pretty little wife is still
having lots of fun!
You can't include me at 66
'cause I'm single and don't mix.
But if I did.....a younger man it better be!
I'll be chasing him....... up a tall tree!
My friends, Maxine, Irma, Sandy and Fyrne,
All Grandmas, and one is a great-grandma to turn.
None are married, get plenty of exercise,
and never get heartburn!!
All are nocturne, and never yearn!
As ladies know, though, if they chose to indulge,
an unwirtten law says.....they may buldge!
And yes, our eyes may pop, as we drop.
I'm sure our toes curl, quite a lot!
But not because of age....just when we unfurl.
And Oh, my how we feel?
I'm not allowed to say here, must conceal!
I'm so sorry you missed your sex education class.
Did you attend or were you busy
tipping the wineglass?
Now Mr. Turkel, as a man you should know....
When men age, so goes the will to grow!
Age matters not to we ladies after 50 that glow....
All we have to do is sit and drink our tea,
quietly, and look pretty!
I hope this will clear up any future
"Misunderstandings!"
I'm not your "Swinging Sister!"
I'm the "Tree Climber" looking for a Mr!
Created by
Cheri Cam Lebren
"Don't we have fun?"
November 2003
Copyright ©
lovingcritters
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 07:01:41 AM AEST
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| LOL this was an interesting yet enjoyable read lovingcritters |
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by emystar on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 07:48:21 AM AEST
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u go now!
very interesting story here!
Really got it going on!
peace, joy, luv,
emy |
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by Saira on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 01:29:19 PM AEST
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Very interesting, Connie!
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by Cobalt on
Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 01:39:38 AM AEST
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| Lol this was a funny response. You where right lol. |
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 10:11:21 AM AEST
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| cute:) hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by norm on
Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 10:14:58 AM AEST
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Thank you, girls, for education,
At any age there is no ration,
Climbing trees you're rife to do,
Catch a guy, 'tween me and you.
But, lo, I hear an awsome creak,
And lo, I think your outlook bleak,
Were you to do the things you boast,
You'd only live on eggs and toast ,
I see you girls at sixty eight,
you play your cards and you debate,
Get thick stockings, camisole
Button shoes and that is all.
Hair, with bun and hat with pin,
Paper bag to put stuff in,
Container for the dental plate,
Who're you kidding, you're too late.
'Critters' lady, and your ilk
Tongues do clack like chinese silk,
By time you do feed all your dogs
Your brains are fried, your legs are logs.
Give it up, admit you're old
It's not a sin, be I so bold,
You're good to sit in noonday sun,
and contemplate your long-past fun...
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Re: MYRTLE THE FERTILE TURTLE
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by lovingcritters on
Tuesday, 18th November 2003 @ 08:54:43 AM AEST
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This is written to the comment Mr. Turkel made.
Let's see now Norm....what was it you were saying...about sitting in the sun and remembering all the fun?
I understand you are 82...it that what you have to do?
Just wondering,
Lovingcritters
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