And thanks for your lubricious invitation.
Although you may be barking up the wrong tree, we appreciate the suggestion that we might
consider such by-play, think of it as a living, breathing possibility. I mean, at our age,
offers like yours are rare, but they do bring back old dreams in all their wet and furry
Still, we do have a few concerns ... that we wouldn't be able to cut
the mustard, if you catch our drift. Despite these cobwebby dreams long past, now very dry
(ho!) ... you are invited to send along any and all photographs that might manage to call
up yeasty, old memories out of the pot of our past.
We certainly consider ourselves the equal
of any of the lusty young bucks in the neighborhood, but ... you know: the flesh, the
years and years (and years); the lost nights and all, the lost [sigh] ruts in the old and
drooping fields of yore.
Even with your offer of fireworks along with
the glissando (whew!) ...
we remain willing to be smitten, if such is possible at the end of this long, windy (in
both senses of the word) road.