MY GAL SAL
by John T. Baker
She filled her formative decades,
When she was young and sleek,
With Middle Eastern escapades,
Dancing sheik to sheik.

Around the world she took a trip,
By way of Mozambique,
Aboard a slow, decrepit ship,
Advancing leak by leak.

Back home again she spends her days
With such a snobbish clique
In smart salons and posh cafes,
Prancing pique to pique.

Her entourage of sycophants
Inanely coo and shriek,
Critiquing art and fondling plants,
Glancing freak to freak.

And when she gets too old to roam,
When all her muscles squeak,
She'll titillate her nursing home,
Romancing creak to creak.