Old heads droop

Old heads droop

Slack jawed

Onto pigeon chests

The rise and fall

A painful regurgitation

Sleeping after lunch

Is addictive

Psychoactive pharmaceuticals

Pleasure the receptors

Strange hallucinations

Offer respite

From the hokey-cokey

Painful karaoke

And Tai chi

Amended for sitting

Tenants

Wild dreams

Are as believable

As personal care

Too many cuckoos

Fly the nest

Leaving nothing behind

But disappointment

Afternoons are a challenge

Of mind over matter

Ask the old guy

In the corner

He prefers to dance

In dreams

Where his moves

Are as smooth

As Fred Astaire

And his true love

Screams

With pleasure

At every touch

It is as much as he can do

To wake up

In time

For stewed tea and crumpets.