Pity The Lonely

I met an old lady
Who thought she was young
She wore something shady
Till evening was done!
The wiggle in her steps
Gave rise to her hips
That sounded more like claps
That gave some wives tips
Pity the elderly
When they box with time
When beauty plays the mind
Pity the lonely

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