Fart and Fly

Two old blokes with joints that creaked declared, "Let's have one final freak."

They oiled their hips. They brushed their backs. They put on

pants with extra slacks. They hit the pub, sank pints like

teens, and staggered out by means obscure. "We're next," said one with flushed,

red ear. The other said, "I've got an idea. The brothel's just

around the bend. Let's see if charm can still offend." The madam saw

them shuffle in and sighed too old to sin or grin. She whispered to

her bored assistant, "These fossils won't be too persistent. No need to send the girls,