The Old Man and the Seaside

The incestuous seaside
Waves making waves
The tide will subside
That’s how it behaves

I saw vaginal bathing
Bikinis of string
My blood pressure rising
My final fling

I fancied a fondle
There were bums on the beach
And too hard to handle
With most out of reach

My tank needs a refill
So where is the fuel?
It won’t bow to my will
That’s age and it’s cruel

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