My timbers sag,
my heart is bandaged in barnacles.
Take three deep breaths and weigh anchor.
Balloon, ahoy! The old boy is back to kid.
Borrowing a line from a famous lady poet,
he places his tattered copy of the Kama Sutra
on the night stand, and in a glass of vodka,
puts his false teeth.
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